Mark asked curiously, "That Arctic Fox... how did you get it? As far as I know, they are extremely cunning and rarely fall into simple traps."
A faint smile appeared on Vonia's face for the first time, carrying with it the confidence of a top predator who understands the weaknesses of its prey.
"It is greedy and arrogant, always wanting to steal my rabbits. So I used the rabbits' entrails as bait and set a simple lasso trap on a route it deemed absolutely safe."
"It came, and then stayed, and I am quite grateful to it."
"During those days when my traps were destroyed, it almost became my only source of protein. Its fur was also very warm."
Her tone was so calm, as if discussing a trivial matter, instinctively adjusting the fox fur collar around her neck, the motion as natural as tidying her hair.
Mark and Anna exchanged a glance, seeing the same thought in each other's eyes.
