Cut off the head of the snake.
Take out that enormous Black Wolf, and the pack would be without a leader and scatter.
Feng Shan turned and shot Nash a look, then carefully shifted his body through the snow, searching for the best firing position.
The Wolf Pack was less than a kilometer away, and they were on a ridge. Even in these conditions, Feng Shan couldn't guarantee a one-shot kill on the Black Wolf. If it got away, tracking it down again would be even more difficult.
The pair moved along the side of the ridge, planning to open fire on the Wolf Pack from downwind.
Under the cover of the biting wind, the distance between them gradually closed.
The Wolf Pack's attention was entirely focused on the fresh kill. They were savoring the spoils of their victory, completely oblivious to the approaching danger.
Feng Shan kept his body low, minimizing his profile. The snow under his boots crunched softly as he moved, step by step, into firing range.
