For Pacini, although the rain had an impact, it was still within an acceptable range.
Even though it was raining, today he was closer to a large prey than he had been recently.
He slowly parted the grass in front, squinting to see fresh hoof prints in the mud extending into the distance.
He was getting more and more excited.
He was wearing waterproof clothes provided by the production team, raindrops pattering on the brim of his hat, and his thick beard was soaked with water.
He licked his lips—humans may not have a keen sense of smell to track prey, but their intelligent brains grant them the ability to use clues to find trails.
It's worth noting, a puma wouldn't look at footprints on the ground.
His mutton was only enough for a few days, and he currently only had a sheep leg hanging in a specially constructed smokehouse.
Therefore, he must capture the next prey soon to maintain the possibility of winning.
Over three weeks had passed, almost four.
