The familiar mountain slope, the familiar animals.
Chen Wen held the long spear, motionless, imagining himself as a stalk of swaying pasture grass and staring at the animals beside the lake.
The Tibetan horses were not affected by the hunting of yaks.
They still went about their grazing, drinking, and resting as usual.
After watching for a while, Chen Wen determined the activity patterns of the Tibetan horse herd.
He planned to come here tomorrow to dig up some fresh pasture grass and attempt to tame the Tibetan horses.
Chen Wen had no intention of hiding, he took the long spear, walked to the lake to get water, and the Tibetan horses in the distance had gotten somewhat used to this creature that had been by the lake for a while.
Now at two hundred meters away, the Tibetan horses were not paying much attention to Chen Wen.
Seeing this, Chen Wen planned to try approaching the Tibetan horse herd to see how close he could get.
