The three yellow-throated martens' behavior wasn't exactly risky; after all, with food everywhere, even if a predator appeared, it was unlikely they would set their sights on their meager catch.
So the three yellow-throated martens ate with increasing gusto until their bellies were bulging, at which point they finally stopped, completely satisfied.
Having eaten and drunk their fill, the three yellow-throated martens nestled together in a secluded burrow, resting in harmony. At that moment, none of them wanted to leave this buffet.
No one would think about the rats they had painstakingly caught in their burrows; they should save the storable food for later.
Although there is a saying that "weasels pay New Year's visits to chickens," in fact, weasels eat mice and are not animals that specifically eat chickens.
Live rats are kept in the burrows of weasels. The four legs of these rats are bitten off so that they neither die nor escape, and can be stored for a longer time.
This is how weasels store fresh food. This method is most useful when winter is approaching. Every winter, weasels catch many live mice and store them in their burrows in this way.
Once the yellow-throated marten has eaten its fill, it not only selectively forgets about its food reserves, but also becomes much less alert.
When those long, round ears came into view, and the black, erect hairs at the tips of those ears became visible, it was already too late.
The lynx's menacing furry face approached without hesitation, and a lazy, resting yellow-throated marten was killed by it.
The other two yellow-throated martens were startled and immediately turned and fled. If they had discovered the lynx's trail earlier, the three animals working together might have had a chance to escape unscathed.
Now that the enemy is right in front of us, we have no choice but to run away!
The lynx, with its prey in its mouth, retreated into the grass with a haughty air, its cold eyes giving a disdainful look to the animals scavenging for food on the riverbank.
Let the rotten flesh and blood be left to the weak and pitiful; their food will naturally be delicious.
The lynx has light brown fur and resembles a cat, but it is not quite the same as a cat. The biggest difference between a lynx and a cat is the black hairs that stand up on its ears.
Speaking of which, lynxes are quite cute in appearance, giving them a significant advantage among felines.
It is larger than a cat, and its fighting ability is not bad either, but it does not have the "only to be admired from afar" quality of a tiger.
She is truly both cool and cute.
However, lynxes are solitary animals and lurking killers in the forest.
It is a lone wolf, waiting for the right moment to strike, shrewd and ruthless.
So, despite its cute appearance, it actually possesses the power of a ferocious beast.
Lynxes are also forest predators, and their strength should not be underestimated.
After the lynx left, a new wave of dominant predators arrived in the high sky.
The owl's sharp gaze mercilessly swept over the spectacle on the riverbank. It rarely participated in the reindeer feast, but now these smaller animals... were powerless against it!
"Gurgle—!"
The high altitude is always a place that land creatures are less vigilant about, until a triumphant cry rang out, and one of the little cuties who came to happily feed on the riverbank was gone.
Animals may experience a moment of panic when a predator suddenly appears, but once they realize the danger has passed, they will overcome their fear and continue foraging.
Therefore, this little incident will not deter any animals; at most, they can only be vigilant and have no other choice.
No matter how dark the night, dawn will eventually come.
Beams of yellowish light shone through the gaps in the branches and leaves, illuminating the forest that had been bustling all night.
A soft, yellow light gently shone onto the quietly flowing river, just like every morning.
But the riverbanks today are neither as tranquil as they once were, nor as beautiful as they were yesterday. The dried, crimson blood testifies to cruelty, and the shattered flesh reflects madness.
The tranquil and serene landscape is gone.
This is merely a bright red new painting in this forest; similar paintings can be found in other forests and rivers far away.
As the sun rises higher, the herd of reindeer slowly appears on the hillside.
The Deer King, with his remaining herd of just over two hundred deer, stood on the hillside, gazing into the distance at the riverbank stained red with blood.
The blood on it mostly came from reindeer...
The Deer King's pupils, which were gradually turning blue, revealed a hint of dimness, a silent sorrow.
After a long pause, it raised its huge, majestic antlers high, and the call of a reindeer came from its hoarse throat.
The deer sensed its sorrow and knew how tragic the experience of this ordeal had been for the entire herd.
They raised their heads, letting out a desperate, mournful cry, towards the rising sun, or perhaps towards the river.
The deer's cry echoed far and wide, and the dense, drum-like thumping of hooves resounded once again in the direction of the river.
This time, however, the hoofbeats no longer had the galloping momentum of yesterday; instead, they sounded more steady.
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Human society.
As dawn breaks and the sun rises, humanity is once again embraced by sunlight.
Compared to the bloodshed in the forest, there is clearly more red in the city.
As darkness completely receded, the once tidy streets were now stained red, along with the bustling shopping malls and residential high-rises...
Wherever there is bright red, it is bound to be a place where people are densely populated.
Power had already been restored when the green lightning disappeared, searchlights illuminated the area, and ambulances circled around it.
However, the shocking events of the night and the horrific massacre weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.
The bustling, vibrant city that never sleeps suddenly loses its luster, like a flower that has bloomed to its fullest and then withers and decays.
The terrified people slowly watched the rising sun; some wept, some roared, some went mad, and some were devout.
All living beings are like this.
Once people regain their senses, they are gripped by a frenzied fear, and countless people are venting their fear and stress in their own ways.
Ultimately, the human community at the top of the pyramid issued a statement: the changes in the world could no longer be concealed; on the night the green lightning appeared, every densely populated city was struck by an inescapable bloodbath.
This is a completely new and momentous change that affects all living beings.
When people calmed down and began to re-evaluate the world, they suddenly felt a chill run down their spines.
In the past six months, many strange things have happened in many parts of the world, but most people think that these are just hype and gimmicks, and that netizens are making things up to attract attention.
So even if those texts, videos, and pictures that are published are seen, they are just laughed off.
Looking back now, people realize that nature has already changed without their awareness or due to their habitual neglect.
The vegetables that grew taller overnight, the fruits that tasted better and were twice the size of those from previous years, the livestock that suddenly became robust and fat, and the king of fish caught from the sea...
Each individual item may seem ordinary, and its explanation may seem reasonable. However, when viewed together, they are quite unusual.
Humanity has not focused its attention on the wild for too long; many young people are even unfamiliar with grains and wild fruits.
But after this ordeal, no one dares to ignore it anymore.
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