Song Wei always seemed to introduce something novel.
Although only a few people witnessed the sled this time, it quickly became a popular new pastime in the production brigade.
However, most households didn’t have as many dogs as Song Wei’s. A single dog could only pull one child at a time.
Some adults, perhaps feeling restless, teamed up with their neighbors’ dogs to build larger sleds imitating Song Wei’s design and began experimenting with sledding around the brigade.
Much like Song Wei’s wolf-drawn sled, their initial attempts were messy, even resulting in a few crashes.
But after a few days of practice, they improved significantly.
The dogs, full of energy, found sledding a perfect way to burn off their excess vigor.
After nursing the wolf king back to health for a few days, Song Wei’s household was completely out of meat reserves for the wolves.
“Let’s go, we’re heading into the mountains.”
Leaving the injured and the less capable behind, Song Wei set off on the sled directly into the mountains.
After days of training, the wolves had become increasingly proficient at pulling the sled.
Moreover, her sled was the most eye-catching in the entire brigade.
Young Lin Ping’an would sit proudly on the sled whenever he went out to play with his friends, basking in their envy.
Today, however, Song Wei had commandeered the sled, so he couldn’t go out to play.
“Finish your homework at home before going out to play, and come back early so you don’t catch a cold,” she reminded him.
With that, Song Wei and the wolf pack set off.
It had to be said, racing across the snow on a sled was exhilarating.
Upon reaching the mountains, Song Wei studied the animal tracks in the snow. Estimating that prey was nearby, she unhitched the sled and led the wolves along the trail of footprints.
“Roar!”
After a while, the roar of a beast echoed through the forest.
Accompanied by the growls of a tiger and the bellows of a bear, she immediately changed course.
“Wait here. Wolf One, Wolf Two, keep an eye on them.”
The young wolves were impulsive. If they followed her now and recklessly charged into the fray, they’d only become easy prey.
So, she decided to sneak over quietly and assess the situation.
The tigers in Ping’an Brigade were Siberian tigers, the largest tiger subspecies.
The bears were mostly brown bears, also massive in size.
As top predators in the forest, they were both on each other’s menus.
An encounter between them was bound to be a fight to the death.
Song Wei didn’t approach rashly. Instead, she found a suitable tree and climbed up swiftly to observe from a distance.
The battle between the tiger and the bear was intense, startling birds within a hundred-mile radius into flight.
Smaller animals fled and hid in panic.
With her sharp eyesight, Song Wei quickly spotted the massive Siberian tiger and brown bear locked in combat.
Both were wounded, but it seemed the Siberian tiger had the upper hand.
The tiger was more agile and larger in size—even bigger than the one Song Wei and the others had encountered last time.
Eventually, the Siberian tiger clawed out one of the bear’s eyes, leaving it truly blind on one side.
Enraged and half-blind, the bear roared in fury.
The tiger was clever, avoiding direct confrontation and instead dodging skillfully.
It even led the bear farther away.
Song Wei followed cautiously to observe.
She watched as the tiger suddenly turned and launched a surprise attack when the bear was nearly exhausted, sinking its teeth into the brown bear’s neck.
Amidst a series of agonized cries, the brown bear finally succumbed to the tiger’s lethal bite.
After killing such a massive brown bear, the Siberian tiger didn’t immediately feast. Instead, it lay nearby, panting and resting.
It leisurely licked its paws, appearing relaxed but still vigilant of its surroundings.
Having witnessed such a spectacular battle, Song Wei had no intention of playing the opportunist.
She quietly retreated.
She wandered back to where the tiger and bear had initially clashed, hoping to scavenge anything left behind—perhaps prey one of them had caught before the fight.
Unfortunately, there was nothing.
Song Wei returned to the wolves and continued hunting.
They eventually managed to catch a foolish roe deer and a wild boar that had ventured out alone to forage.
Just as they were preparing to leave, she noticed two wolves were missing.
“Really, no discipline at all!”
The missing ones were the third and fifth wolves, the most playful of the pack.
Song Wei called out for them, and Wolf One lifted its head and howled, joining in the search.
“Awoo~”
After a while, somewhat immature howls responded from deep within the forest.
They followed the sound and finally found the two mischievous troublemakers.
Without a word, Wolf One marched over and bit each of them—not hard enough to injure seriously, but enough to hurt.
It was a lesson for the disobedient younger wolves!
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