Eating to his heart's content, Snow Dope ran back happily, just about to speak when his face suddenly morphed into a look of horror.
"Oof, you, has that fearsome vixen come?"
Chen Ying paused before realizing who Snow Dope referred to as the fearsome vixen, almost unable to hold back a laugh.
"It came over and looked around. I told it you were eating, and it left."
He squatted down, picked up the front limbs of the snow leopard, and found it indeed felt a bit too light.
Such a snow leopard would lack competitiveness in the wild, possibly shortening its lifespan significantly.
Chen Ying hesitated; the principle of rescue rested on helping wild animals that fell ill or got injured and couldn't adapt to the cruel competition in nature.
Yet, this snow leopard, though skinny, was still quite healthy with no major issues or wounds.
From this, it seemed weak but had a bit of survival wit; otherwise, it wouldn't have grown this large without harm.
