Then there were the exceptional few, the absolute cream of the crop among dogs.
So, Zhao Jun turned back and gave the dhole meat to Black Tiger. Black Tiger looked at the meat before him, wagged his upright tail twice at Zhao Jun, then tilted his head and resumed eating. The other three just kept staring.
This time, however, Zhao Jun ignored them. He simply dragged the other three dholes over, gutting and bleeding them one by one.
Then, one by one, Zhao Jun lifted the four dholes up into a large nearby tree, wedging them between the branches.
Zhao Jun didn't plan on keeping the first three dholes he had killed, but he intended to come back with a vehicle tomorrow to haul these four away.
After all, he'd never eaten one before. He'd take it back, stew it, and see what it tasted like. He'd heard, though, that dhole meat was similar to dog meat, just a little sour.
