The problem was that the one Lin Chen had shot was still near the herd. It must have forced itself to keep up with the group and had only just collapsed.
After sustaining a neck injury, it had struggled on for two days and a night. The behemoth had finally reached the end of its life.
"Put it out of its misery," Andre said calmly.
Lin Chen nodded, pulling the fletched arrow he had just retrieved from the snow out of his quiver.
The concept of animal welfare is quite prevalent in North America. Even when hunting, it must be done as humanely as possible, and any injured prey must be dispatched quickly.
The musk ox, targeted by their two beams of light, was clearly visible. A single Hat Lamp couldn't illuminate that far, but with their two beams combined, the area was marginally brighter.
Lin Chen sidestepped a dozen or so paces, adjusting his position until he had a clear view of the musk ox's abdomen. He aimed for a tiny spot just below its left ribs.
FWOOSH—
"Impressive!"
