Although apex predators stand at the top, controlling the life and death of countless wild animals, they still have to put in a lot of effort and sweat to survive in the wild.
For tiger cubs, becoming a qualified predator is destined to be a long and arduous journey.
After reviewing and summarizing today's hunt in his mind, Lin Qian had a general plan for his next training direction.
Looking at Qigong, who was fast asleep next to him, Lin Qian stretched out his paws, turned over, and went to sleep as well.
Summer has ended, and the colors of autumn are gradually appearing on the treetops.
The temperature in the primeval forest began to drop slowly, and the dense grass and low shrubs gradually lost their lush greenness.
On a tall spruce tree, a small flying squirrel scurried out of its hole in a panic, and with a push of its hind legs, it leaped out from the tree trunk, which was six meters high.
With its limbs outstretched and tail extended, and its skin flaps spread between its front and hind paws, it glides gracefully, its brownish-grey fur drooping slightly in the wind.
It stares with a pair of big, dark eyes, and has a petite figure, like a spirit of nature.
Lin Qian glanced at it briefly and then ignored it. In his eyes, this little guy was not as pleasing as a wild rabbit.
It was courageous, though; it held its head high, its tiger-like eyes darting around the tree, clearly its attention drawn to the little flying squirrel.
"Knock knock!"
The familiar sound of something falling.
Courage's gaze snapped toward the source of the sound, then quickly locked onto the small figure on the treetop.
The chipmunk with its chubby cheeks stood steadily on the treetop, receiving the fierce gaze of the tiger cub staring at it, but the little guy showed no worry or fear.
Holding the fruit in its tiny paws, the chipmunk called out softly to the tiger cub, as if greeting it familiarly.
"Roar!" Courage growled angrily at the tree, but instead of climbing it impatiently as before.
Because it has learned its lesson, even if it climbs up, it won't be able to catch that wretched little thing!
This is a frustrating and infuriating fact that I deeply remember after bravely climbing the tree five times.
This chipmunk was exceptionally clever. It realized that the chick could not climb to the thinner treetops, so every time it was spotted, it would immediately run to the treetops.
When the chipmunk is in a completely safe place, courage has no way to get to it.
The little guy seemed to have remembered courage. Every time he passed by, he would make some noise to attract the cub's attention, then blink his cute big eyes and innocently stand on the treetop making soft "squeak" sounds.
Its call was soft and cute, not sharp, but its courage was clearly mistaken for provocation.
Lin Qian watched her goofy younger brother "greet" the chipmunk and slowly yawned. This chipmunk must be a little guy who lives nearby, so it's practically their neighbor.
Yes, my adorable little neighbor.
Lin Qian had no ill intentions towards it. He quite liked this cute creature and was willing to coexist peacefully if given the chance.
However, judging from Yongqi's indignant look, Lin Qian felt that a friendly relationship was probably impossible. He could only hope that the little guy would stay clever and not be caught by Yongqi.
Otherwise, the consequences could be dire.
The chipmunk squeaked once and quickly nimbly disappeared among the branches.
It seemed to be simply greeting the tiger cubs.
Courage bared its teeth and angrily stretched out its claws, rubbing them against the tree trunk.
As the sun sets and the moon rises, the feeling of summer's end grows stronger.
The dense hoofbeats reverberated along the riverbank, as if the earth were being hammered. The deafening roar of the galloping horses merged into the rushing river, weaving together a magnificent and unending prelude.
The annual feast belonging to this forest has begun.
The herds of deer that have gathered for their migration number in the hundreds, with smaller groups of reindeer constantly arriving from all parts of the forest.
The herd of deer, rushing towards them like wanderers returning home, surged toward their colony with excited hearts.
The ever-growing herd of deer moved southward along the riverbank.
Experienced hunters arrived one by one at the sound, hiding in the woods on both sides of the riverbank, their hungry, greedy eyes silently watching the deer herd.
The newly trained hunters were also drawn by the undeniable sound of hooves. They set off out of curiosity, their blood boiling the moment they saw the deer herd.
The mother tiger and her two cubs lay hidden in the bushes, watching quietly.
Looking at the deer herd, a hint of doubt flashed in his tiger eyes. It seemed that the deer herd's migration time had come earlier this year.
Is the cold wave coming early?
Wild animals are very sensitive to changes in the weather, and herbivores are even more sensitive than carnivores, after all, they are creatures that truly "live off the weather".
Tiger Mom was a little worried about winter.
Her cubs were still young, and the harsh winter was already difficult to endure; if a cold snap came early, the pressure to survive would increase even more. The thought that had crossed her mind was fleeting; the tiger mother quickly refocused her attention on the deer herd and her surroundings.
At this time last year, it was a lone tiger, having just settled in this forest, and naturally participated in a grand feast.
That feast broadened its horizons as it entered adulthood, honed its survival skills, and helped it recognize its rivals in the forest.
The mother tiger brought her cubs this time, not intending to hunt. Although it was a good opportunity, she only hoped that her cubs could obtain something more precious than prey in this feast.
There are too many predators here; the safety of the tiger cubs is the top priority.
The reindeer migration is destined to be a feast for predators, with countless delicious prey gathering together, including the old, weak, young, and disabled.
All the predators were eager to join the feast and have a good meal.
For adult tigers, this is a rare feast, but for cubs, it is a danger. Without the protection of a fierce beast like their mother, the two cubs alone would probably not be able to get so close to the deer herd.
Under the watchful eyes of countless predators, the reindeer herd has amassed a massive population.
The male reindeer, its tall antlers aloft, watched the forest along the river with extreme vigilance.
The baby reindeer stayed close to its mother, carefully eating the lichen on the rocks.
The female reindeer standing at the front were also feeding one after another. The large herd brought them an unparalleled sense of security, but they were more vigilant and cautious than ever before.
Because they know that the journey ahead will inevitably be fraught with danger.
Although the deer herds on the riverbanks are already quite large, they are only a small part of the reindeer population. The real caribou migration continues, with the main force gathering at various rivers.
When all the deer gather in one place, that scene will be truly magnificent.
Every year, spring and the transition between summer and autumn are the times when reindeer migrate.
Reindeer migration follows a relatively fixed route because the large herds need enough food, and this migration route with sufficient food replenishment is the result of generations of reindeer exploration and practice.
They have always followed this route, completing the cycle of survival.
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