Deep affection knows no origin; remember the polar bear's love for you.

Chapter 197 Caesar's Hunt

The wind and snow had stopped by midnight.

Caesar's hind paws were being held tightly, and he was in a strange state of mind, so he didn't open his eyes or look down and didn't know which little cub was holding him.

However, whenever the rhythm of its breathing changes slightly, it can clearly feel the paws that were tightly holding its hind legs loosen, and the furry touch retreats slightly, ready to escape at any moment.

Caesar was surprisingly not angry at the little brat's behavior of using him for warmth while remaining constantly vigilant; he only occasionally felt an urge to kick his leg backward.

Let's see if the little thing holding his hind paws gets startled.

Of course, he didn't do it in the end.

I just fell into a deep sleep with this impulse in my heart, and in my dream I seemed to actually kick backward.

When he woke up again, the little one had left his side and was sitting quietly waiting beside him.

Caesar squinted, his ambiguous gaze making the salmon and fishbone uneasy, and they quietly took two steps back.

They were well aware that their actions of sheltering from the snowstorm with the male bear yesterday could not possibly go unnoticed. Although Caesar had tacitly approved of it at the time, that did not mean he would not suddenly launch an attack now.

For the little bears who mustered the courage to approach him, their fragile hearts were so sensitive that once he showed them unfriendly or sarcastic behavior, they would never dare to try again.

However, Caesar merely observed them and had no intention of causing them any trouble. The very next second the bear retreated, he stood up, shook his fur, and continued walking forward.

When a bear paw steps onto the ice floe, the bear cubs look at each other, each with a dreamlike sense of unreality.

Caesar... is he taking them hunting?
Noticing that the lagging cubs had fallen behind and were now some distance away, the male bear stopped, turned around to look at them, and silently urged them on.

The salmon and fish bones quickly shook their heads and hurriedly followed, their hopping steps revealing joy and delight.

This is a rare find—an adult bear is willing to teach them the proper methods for polar bears to hunt seals!

No matter how wicked Caesar's personality was, his skillful hunting techniques earned the little bear's admiration and longing!

Caesar let the bear hop around his feet and strolled leisurely on the ice floes.

He rarely stopped, mostly just slowing his pace slightly, his nose twitching almost imperceptibly, quickly seizing any fleeting opportunity in the cold north wind.

This action quickly garnered a series of admiring and envious glances from the little bear!
The salmon quickly followed behind Caesar, turning its head to ask:

"How about it?"

Fishbone twitched his nostrils forcefully, finally answering helplessly:
"You can't smell it, there's no time to react."

They followed Caesar, sniffing the air whenever they noticed him slowing down, but Caesar's pauses were so brief they could barely register anything.

The salmon was still surprised. In terms of smell, the fishbone was much better than her. Even he couldn't keep up?

The whispers of the little brat behind him drifted into his ears on the wind, and Caesar raised his chin higher and higher, his ears twitching involuntarily, revealing a hint of smugness.

In the blink of an eye, he had walked another distance, and the salmon and fishbone immediately stopped talking and followed him.

They weren't sure if it was just their imagination, but it seemed like Caesar was walking faster and faster. An hour later, the smell in the air was so strong that even salmon could clearly smell it.

The little bear was no longer as carefree as before, and consciously slowed its pace.

Caesar finally stopped. Following his gaze, in the gray expanse under the polar night, one could vaguely see a fat, round, brown figure lying on the edge of the ice.

It seems that yesterday's blizzard also took its toll on them, as they climbed onto the ice early to get some fresh air.

The little bear was quite excited. The seal lying on the edge of the ice was one that Guo Mi couldn't hunt. This was an extremely rare opportunity!

Two bright, beady eyes looked at Caesar at the same time, their anticipation almost bursting out!

Caesar glanced at them and slowed his pace as he walked forward.

There was a large gap between them and the seal, and they had to dive into the water to hide in order to catch it.

Without needing to say anything more, the little bear spontaneously kept quiet and sat obediently in place.

Caesar reached the edge of the ice floe, extended a claw and plunged it into the water. His body gradually sank, and despite his enormous size, it seemed to be in slow motion. When he submerged, only tiny splashes of water appeared, and he quickly disappeared.

The most vivid memory of Caesar and water in the little bear's mind is probably when he was causing trouble while Guo Mi was catching fish. He used all four claws to disturb the fish in the entire frozen lake, and was eventually frantically slapped by Guo Mi with his claws!
He was rarely seen seriously swimming; those days have been buried deep in our memories by time.

Even now, the little bear still has wide eyes.

The male bear, submerged in the water, seemed to have never been there. The only sounds on the sea were the ripples stirred by the cold wind, the dim sky, and the leisurely, orderly sounds of the water and the howling wind, which served as the best cover.

The seal lying on the lake clumsily turned its head, saw two bear cubs whose fur hadn't fully grown in, and then turned back, completely unaware of how a lone bear cub could suddenly appear on the ice floe.

In that instant, a huge white shadow suddenly burst through the water!

It's Caesar!
The male bear had barely climbed halfway onto the ice before it opened its mouth to tear at the foolish seal!
The seal, realizing what was happening, straightened its body, trying to use its soft, smooth belly to slide into the sea, but Caesar had already bitten its tail!

That distinctive scream once again reached the little bear's ears, breaking through something long sealed away along with the sweet, metallic smell of blood. Both pairs of bean-like eyes simultaneously filled with murderous intent and desire!

With a body twice the size of Guo Mi, Caesar could easily deal with the struggling seal, even ignoring its struggles and lifting it off the surface at will, leaving it helplessly watching the deep blue sea recede further and further away.

The seal, whose fate was sealed, was dragged to the middle of the ice floes. Caesar raised a bear paw, pressed down on its head, and then, with a crisp crack, crushed its skull, ending its life.

Unlike when Guo Mi had successfully hunted, the little bear did not run over excitedly. Instead, it remained obediently sitting in place, watching from afar.

Caesar tore open the seal's belly, swallowed a mouthful of steaming, oily fat, and even the red fur around his mouth revealed a hint of pleasure.

It was obvious that the hot food put him in a good mood.

A male bear of his size could easily devour an entire seal—no, to be precise, an entire seal would barely satisfy his appetite.

Salmon and fish bones wouldn't be so foolish as to try and take a share of the pie.

However, Caesar's appetite seemed to be poor today. He only ate half of his prey before lying down and dozing off again, just like before.

The other half of the seal was left aside.