It was hard to say whether the wolf was unlucky or fortunate. The second arrow still missed its vitals, but it struck its lower abdomen.
If it hadn't turned just then, that arrow probably would have been fatal.
The hypothermia brought on by massive blood loss was deadly in a forest where the temperature was already dropping rapidly.
The black wolf's front paws scrabbled at the ground as it tried to stand, but its lower body was completely unresponsive, as if it had lost all feeling.
Before long, the soil beneath it was stained dark red with blood.
Under the beam of the Hat Lamp, from a distance, it looked like it was lying in a pool of ink.
An unknown amount of time passed.
Lin Chen felt his limbs growing stiff from the cold, and it was a struggle to even curl his ten fingers.
He recalled a video he had watched before the competition about a simple method the Inuit of the Arctic use to determine their current stage of freezing.
