A hunting arrow was strung, the arrowhead specially designed for hunting birds and other small prey, ensuring maximum preservation of the meat's integrity.
His target was not limited to a single species but included all living creatures in this transitional zone between the coniferous forest and tundra that could provide him with precious fat and red meat.
"This seemingly lifeless snowy forest is actually full of hidden vitality," his breath quickly dissipating into the air.
"In winter, most mammals reduce their activity to conserve energy."
He moved with a nearly soundless stealthy step, mentally listing the most realistic prey for the day.
"So, the active hunting targets must be focused on those few cold-resistant, relatively active species."
"First, is the birds." He lowered his voice, his pupils slightly contracting, and began to carefully scan between the treetops and the snow-covered ground.
"There are mainly two types of grouse in this forest."
