While waiting for the plane, Feng Shan shot a total of seven wild rabbits, which Prince dragged back one by one, huffing and puffing.
In autumn, wild rabbits prepared for the coming winter by eating voraciously, causing each one to weigh four or five pounds. For the Tundra Hunters of the Arctic Circle, hunting rabbits wasn't worth the effort unless absolutely necessary.
For the same amount of energy expended, a rabbit only yielded two hind legs worth eating. To a Hunter, this made hunting reindeer a much more rewarding endeavor.
But for Feng Shan, wild rabbit was a rare delicacy.
Dry-Pot Rabbit, Spicy Diced Rabbit, Spicy Rabbit Head, Hand-Shredded Rabbit...
'I can make over a dozen different rabbit dishes.'
Feng Shan picked up a wild rabbit and tossed it to Prince, to get it used to eating raw meat and awaken its wild instincts. After all, this was the Far North Tundra, with predators hiding everywhere. Without a fierce nature, it wouldn't be able to survive.
RUMBLE RUMBLE!!
