Zhao Jun quickly finished his flatbread and pickled vegetable strips. Then, he started to untie his leg wrappings. Once both were off, he got up to check on Daqing.
Daqing had just been swiped by the black bear. A large, palm-sized flap of skin on its back had been torn open, and it had lost a lot of blood.
After Zhao Jun killed the bear, Daqing had pounced on the carcass and started tearing at it. Zhao Jun had seen that the bleeding on its back had stopped, so he hadn't bandaged it right away.
It wasn't that Zhao Jun didn't care for his dog. As they say in the Northeast, a dog is as precious as a hunter's own eyes. No true hunter would ever mistreat his dogs.
But as clever as a dog might be, it wasn't human.
This was especially true for a hunting dog like Daqing, who was in his first year in the mountains. If Zhao Jun had forcibly pulled him away from the black bear, Daqing might have gotten the wrong idea.
