America: The neighbor's wife is so incredibly hospitable!

But what made him frown even more was what was happening less than fifty meters below this beast.

Another heat source, representing humanity, is approaching unnoticed.

It should be Aya.

She was downwind, so theoretically the lions wouldn't be able to smell her.

However, this lion was clearly an experienced one.

It did not run away, but instead lowered its body.

Hidden in the shadow of the rocks, a pair of eerie green eyes stared intently at the approaching girl in red.

This is a trap.

This beast is actually hunting hunters.

"Stupid woman."

Chen An cursed.

He didn't fire immediately. The distance was too great, and the trees provided cover.

He took a deep breath, gripped his gun, and charged in that direction like a cheetah at full speed.

………………

At this moment, Aya was completely immersed in the excitement of about to capture her prey.

She saw movement behind the bushes ahead.

"There it is!"

She drew the bowstring taut, her muscles tense.

Just as she was about to let go.

"roar--!!!"

A chilling roar suddenly exploded from above her head.

Aya suddenly looked up.

The huge, grayish-brown cougar wasn't in front of her, but on the rock above her head!

It was like a cannonball falling from the sky, its gaping maw revealing fangs several inches long, lunging straight at Aya on horseback.

"hiss--!"

The chestnut horse was startled and reared up in a frenzy.

Although Aya was an excellent rider, this sudden turn of events left her no time to react.

The arrow in his hand flew away, and he lost his balance, falling heavily off the horse.

"Bang!"

She fell in the snow, before she could even get up.

The cougar had already pounced on her. Its foul breath hit her in the face.

The enormous claw was about to crush her skull.

It’s over.

This was the only thought in Aya's mind.

As a hunter, she knew all too well the destructive power of such beasts.

At this distance, there wasn't even a chance to draw his sword.

Just as she closed her eyes in despair, awaiting death.

"Bang!"

A gunshot, as loud as thunder, echoed through the valley.

That was the distinctive large-caliber roar of the Winchester M1894.

Aya felt a warm, fishy-smelling liquid splash on her face.

The expected pain did not come.

Instead, a heavy, muffled thud was heard.

The massive body collapsed with a crash less than ten centimeters from the tip of her nose, smashing onto the snow and kicking up a cloud of snow dust.

The cougar's head had a large, gaping hole in the side.

One blow kills.

Aya was stunned.

She mechanically turned her head.

On the snow slope, thirty meters away, I could see...

Chen An remained standing with his gun at the ready. His black trench coat fluttered in the wind, and wisps of smoke rose from the muzzle of his gun.

That look was colder and more powerful than that of the dead cougar.

Chen An lowered the muzzle of his gun, hoisted it onto his shoulder with one hand, and walked step by step through the snow to her.

He looked down at Aya, who was slumped on the ground, looking utterly terrified.

"Is this what they call the 'best hunter'?"

Chen An stretched out a hand, his tone tinged with mockery, yet also conveying an unparalleled sense of security.

"Looks like it's you whose back is sticking to the ground today...."

Aya stared at the large hand reaching out to her, her heart pounding.

It was the fear of surviving a catastrophe, but also a sense of submission to an absolute power.

She did not refuse.

She reached out her trembling hand and grasped Chen An's.

Pull hard.

She was pulled up, and because her legs were so weak, she bumped directly into Chen An's hard arms.

"The water is yours now."

Aya was panting heavily, her voice a little hoarse, but the fire in her eyes burned even brighter.

"Tonight... the tent is yours too."

Chen An looked at this woman who, even though she had almost died, was still full of wildness.

He smiled.

"make a deal."

………………

When Chen An dragged the 500-pound cougar carcass, Aya rode behind him on horseback like a dutiful little wife, and the two returned to the tribe one after the other.

The entire Grizzly tribe was in an uproar.

Old Sam stood at the entrance of the longhouse, looking at the deadly beast, then at his granddaughter who was unharmed but whose eyes had clearly changed.

He took a deep drag on his pipe.

"It seems we've found more than just partners."

Old Sam muttered to himself, "We've found a new wolf king."

Night falls.

The bonfire of the Grizzly Bear tribe was lit.

And inside the largest tent, which was covered with bear and wolf skins.

Aya unbuttoned her deerskin vest.

It's time for Chen An to "settle his spoils."

………………

The nights at the Grizzly Bear Reservation are wilder and more primal than the outside world.

A huge bonfire burned in the central square of the tribe, and young warriors danced around it to celebrate the hunt for the legendary beast.

Inside the tent belonging to the chieftain's family, covered with heavy bison hides, another, more primitive "dance" was taking place.

It was very warm inside the tent.

In the center of the hearth, firewood with the scent of pine resin burned, and the ground was covered with soft bear and wolf skin carpets.

The air was filled with a scent that blended sage, leather, and the musky aroma characteristic of young women.

"It seems you'll have to keep your promise."

Chen An sat on the main seat covered with a huge grizzly bear skin.

He toyed with Aya's serrated hunting knife in his hand, his gaze appearing somewhat lazy and dangerous in the firelight.

Aya stood in front of him.

She had taken off her fringed coat, which was covered in dust and snow, and was now wearing only a very tight-fitting deerskin tube top and a short skirt.

Her wheat-colored skin glowed with a honey-like sheen in the firelight, and the firm muscle lines on her arms and thighs exuded power.

This is a body that has been running and hunting in the mountains for a long time. There is no excess fat, and the body hides terrifying explosive power.

"Indians never lie."

Aya took a deep breath, her obsidian-like eyes showing no shyness.

There is only one kind of worship in the face of the strong and one kind of resolute determination to sacrifice oneself to the gods.

"You won. You're the man who shot death off my head."

She stepped forward, knelt on one knee beside Chen An's legs, and reached out to unbutton his shirt.

Although the movements were somewhat clumsy, they were very bold.

"According to the tribe's ancient custom, the rescued hunter belongs to the wolf king who saved her, both physically and mentally."

Aya raised her head, a defiant smile on her wild face.

"However, marksmanship alone won't be enough to tame this wild horse of mine."

"Is your riding skill... good enough?"

This is a blatant challenge.

Chen An smiled.

He threw away the knife in his hand, grabbed Aya's thick, wild hair, and forced her to tilt her head back.

"Then you'd better hurry."