Yesterday, he had taken down four yellow-haireds. Today, he had ripped into the groins of both the male and female jackals. Black Tiger had truly made Zhao Jun see him in a new light.
Seeing Black Tiger begging for food, Zhao Jun squatted down beside him. He reached out and stroked him from head to neck, all the way down his spine, saying gently, "Easy, Black Tiger. Just a minute."
This was the way of a Hunter. They always had more patience and affection for their most capable hounds.
After he spoke, Zhao Jun started to get up, but before he did, he moved his hand back to Black Tiger's head. He ruffled his perked-up ears and said with a chuckle, "You know, with that big blocky head of yours, you're actually kinda cute... heh heh..."
Black Tiger glanced up at Zhao Jun, perhaps wondering, 'This morning, when you were tying me up, you said my head was too small for my thick body. You called me a damn freak.'
