"It's been poisoned."
Lakshen, with his experience, made the judgment at a glance and cursed the damn poachers again.
He said they had caught a poacher before who used poisoned bait to kill larks. When he was caught, they found hundreds of larks in his home.
One after another, they filled the entire courtyard—a gruesome sight.
"Then what do we do?" Doniya asked anxiously.
She had risked her life to save it. It would be such a shame if it died now.
Shen Xin picked up the Hunting Falcon and, like Doniya, put his ear close to it to listen.
He couldn't hear a heartbeat.
But its body was still warm. It probably wasn't dead, or at least not completely.
It could still be saved.
Lakshen had already taken out his satellite phone, saying he would contact the people from the county's Forestry and Grassland Bureau. He then called for everyone to head back.
Shen Xin helped Doniya up onto her horse.
