The next morning, Lin Yang got up before dawn as usual, set up the frame, provided water, took out Feather Core, and by the time the whole process was finished, it was already bright outside.
Having only been fed half its meal yesterday, Little White was now seething with aggression. It crouched on a person's arm, its pair of shiny black eyes searching everywhere, not missing any rustle of wind or movement of grass around it.
To prepare for this live hunt, Lin Yang had thoroughly equipped himself. He carried a pack on his back, a survival knife for protection, and dried meat for snacks. He constantly carried a pine stick, thick as a hoe handle, in his left hand, which served both for defense and as a walking stick.
Starting the livestream, he maintained the drone's altitude just a bit higher than head level.
After his recent desensitization attempts, Little White had started to relax its vigilance around Lin Yang's gear.
At lower altitudes, it no longer felt tense.
