Lin Yu'an wasn't annoyed. Facing the camera, he spoke calmly.
"That's how hunting is. The wind is the biggest variable. It can help you mask your scent and sound, or betray you at the most crucial moment."
"However, they didn't fly far, just over that small ridge."
He walked to the arrow's landing point and found only a small hole there. He thrust his entire arm deep into the cold snow.
Groping bit by bit under the snow, he finally touched a carbon fiber arrow shaft and pulled it out with a sigh of relief.
Carefully wiping off the ice and snow with his sleeve, he examined the sharp arrowhead and fletching to confirm it hadn't been damaged in the impact.
Then, without hesitation, he pursued in the direction of that small ridge.
He crossed over the ridge, arriving on the other side where the terrain was more complex, filled with more shrubs and rocks.
He slowed his pace again, starting to search for new traces, and this time, he was even more cautious.
