The Evolutionary Path of the Lion

Chapter 16 Marks

He gently pushed the heat into his right front paw, feeling the familiar warmth emanating from the tip of his paw.

almost.

The wind from the eastern meadow carried the scent of bison and blew towards him. Sel quietly slowed his steps and began to sink down.

Chen Fei adjusted accordingly, mentally rehearsing his movements.

The roars from the direction of the old territory were gradually drowned out by the wind, leaving only the soft rustling of grass blades and the low, even breathing of the bison herd, growing ever closer.

As the setting sun cast a deep golden glow on the eastern grassland, the mother and child, having finished their meal, lay down at the edge of the meadow.

The old cow had an unexpectedly large amount of shank meat. After Chen Fei finished his share, he pushed a whole piece of hind leg muscle to Sel, who accepted it without hesitation.

Big Head reappeared sometime during the night. His bones were gone, and a few blades of grass clung to his mouth. He walked lightly, looking like he had just woken up. He sniffed the remains of his prey again and again, licking every part that could be licked, managing to salvage a little bit.

Eat your fill and convert it into energy!

Chen Fei raised his front paw and rubbed the back of his paw on the grass.

[Host: Chen Fei]

[Identity: Sub-adult male lion]

[Energy Points: 468↑]

Thirty-two points short.

Fifteen points less, progress is visible.

Two more good meals and I'll be able to get to the threshold.

The setting sun bathed the riverbank in orange-red light towards the old territory, and something could be seen moving along the riverbank in the distance.

Chen Fei turned his ear in that direction.

Two figures, one large and one small, stopped at the edge of the riverbank and stood facing the isolated island.

Dark brown bristles, and lightweight.

This was the first time they had stood on the riverbank.

Chen Fei didn't move. He lowered his body, blending into the shadows of the grass, controlling his breathing and suppressing all his breath to a minimum.

Two figures stood by the river for a long time. The wind blew from the opposite bank, pushing their scent over in one go—intense, mature, and with a sense of oppressive glandular secretion.

Then, the dark brown mane lowered its head, rubbed itself on the ground by the river, and left a scent mark.

The other one walked a few steps to the side and also left a mark on the shore.

Afterwards, the two figures turned around and slowly walked back into the depths of the old territory, disappearing into the grass.

Chen Fei waited for a long time in the shade of the grass, and only after confirming that no one was getting any closer did he slowly raise his center of gravity.

They didn't cross the river, but they have already come to see it.

Beside it, Big Head rested its head on its front paws, staring blankly at the opposite bank of the river with a dazed look, seemingly lost in thought, its tail occasionally flicking lazily.

Chen Fei looked away.

The crisis is drawing ever closer; he needs to be faster...

The next morning, Chen Fei was awakened by a noise.

The sound came from the direction of the grassland to the east.

It wasn't a herd of bison. The movements of a bison herd are dull, the muffled thud of hooves pressing down on the grass and the low gurgling of rumination. Seventeen of them together looked like a moving pile of heavy objects.

The sound was soft, the soft rustling of grass stems bending and bouncing back, with a clumsy quality of being deliberately soft but not quite soft enough. The rhythm was halting, as if something not small was trying to pretend to be small.

Chen Fei turned his ear in that direction and pinpointed the source of the sound in his mind.

The grassland on the east side, about forty meters from the acacia tree, is located at the outer edge of the shrub belt.

He stood up and looked in that direction.

There was something moving in the grass.