A cluster of musk oxen, leisurely and intermittently stopping, how far could they have traveled in two days?
He would definitely catch up to them tomorrow.
Holding onto that thought, Bi Fang fell asleep, not even bothering to dig a snow ditch today; he simply erected a windbreak wall.
He rged the sleds together and laid on what was left to minimize the loss of body heat to the ground, and before long, Bi Fang drifted off into a drowsy sleep.
By dawn, the sun hung brightly in the sky, and for so reason, it radiated a searing heat.
Strange.
Bi Fang thought.
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Due to latitude, even on the sumr solstice at noon, the sun is only 23°26′ high at the North Pole; now, in autumn, the angle is even lower, making it feel as if the sun can hardly rise, resulting in a paltry amount of heat.
Yet today, for so reason, it gave Bi Fang the false impression of facing the warming sun of spring, and the temperature kept rising.
A few consecutive days of clear skies couldn’t explain it, could they?
"It’s so hot."
To prevent sweating and consequent loss of heat, Bi Fang unzipped his jacket, dug out the sled from the snow, took his equipnt, and continued on his way.
The goods were heavy and drained his strength.
Outer jacket, lining, one garnt after another was shed by Bi Fang, and soon he was down to his last two undergarnts; to take off any more would almost an facing the cold wind directly. Yet, even so, beads of sweat ford on Bi Fang’s forehead, and he began to gasp for air as if his chest was being weighed down by sothing.
But he was as healthy as could be, so why the sudden breathlessness?
Sothing was definitely amiss.
Bi Fang looked up directly at the sun, and for so reason, he felt as if he were hallucinating from the heat. The once orb-like sun seed to distort under the heat, sprouting sothing on top, and ultimately stretched out in shape.
That clear outline, those wise-looking eyes.
It resembled...
A dog’s head?
Bi Fang was stunned.
As he was caught off guard, that huge dog’s head suddenly approached, its thick tongue lolling out and heavily licking Bi Fang’s face.
"Fuck!"
Bi Fang startled awake in the snow, pushing away the enormous dog’s head in front of him. He took off his gloves and felt with his hand; there was sticky mucus that had almost frozen into chunks in his palm.
When Bi Fang woke up, the "culprit" leaped joyfully, retreating a few steps before giving a bark, standing on its toes with its long hair trembling.
"Woof!"
Bi Fang: "???"
It was still night ti, and upon hearing the dog bark, Bi Fang sat up in confusion. But before he could fully rise, he felt as if soone kicked him in the chest.
With his breath knocked out by the kick, Bi Fang rubbed his chest, then looked up to et a pair of deep blue eyes.
The owner of the blue eyes tilted its head in puzzlent for a mont, then leaped up, landing with its head held high.
Under the moonlight, a large canine, resembling a wild wolf, cast a dark shadow and opened its wide mouth.
"Howl~~~!!!"
...
In the snow, Sanshao, finally seeing humans, joyfully ran about, plowing up mounds of dry snow like a wild boar, stubbornly playful.
Dawn had not yet broken, but the moon was full and shone upon the snowfield with unexpected clarity.
Especially the one dog that most resembled a wolf ran the fastest and would occasionally nudge the butts of the other two fools, speeding away before they could react, looking mischievously playful.
As the show began, the audience saw such a "harmonious" scene and couldn’t help but wander.
Did I tune into the wrong channel?
Videos featuring one’s own pets were not unusual, but they were relatively scarce in number, and they were generally recorded, edited, and then posted, with live streaming being quite rare.
It wasn’t until Bi Fang yawned on screen that the audience confird they hadn’t entered the wrong live stream room, this was indeed Master Fang.
[Are these the sled dog Three Fools? (Dog’s head)]
[OMG, that husky looks so sly, kind of like the one I have at ho]
[Smart intelligence takes the high ground again]
[Master Fang, where did you find these dogs?]
"I have no idea where they ca from, I’m really vexed."
Facing the audience’s curiosity, Bi Fang said, holding his forehead in distress.
God knows why he woke up to find three sled dogs beside him, and they were just the three most common breeds all at once, a Samoyed, an Alaska, and finally a husky.
The one that licked his face last night was the Alaska, and the one that kicked his chest was the husky...
No wonder he felt so hot in his dream.
Bi Fang was exasperated, how could it not be hot with three fluffy big dogs clustering around him to sleep?
He woke up with his forehead slick with sweat; a blast of cold air nearly chilled him to the bone, and only after eating so food did he manage to barely recover.
However, with a keen observation, one could clearly see the worn and aged buckles on their collars; obviously, they were not wild dogs but probably working dogs that sohow escaped.
Looking at the wear on the buckles, it seed they had been out for a while.
The behavior of the three big dogs was indeed consistent with the image Bi Fang rembered: the Samoyed dumb, the Alaska naïve, and the husky crafty.
They’re so robust, they would be really good for hauling goods.
With such boundless energy, Bi Fang couldn’t help thinking this about the Three Fools.
A sled, a backpack, water, food supplies, and weapons - the weight was indeed not light, and the Three Fools could be used like strong laborers.
"I don’t know where they’ve run away from, but it seems like they’ve been out for a while. I have no way to send them back, so I might as well put them to use."
Since they’ve co, he might as well accept them. If Bi Fang had run into them, there was no reason to let the three dogs go.
As working dogs, it would be quite difficult for them to survive on their own without humans, even wolf packs cannot live peacefully within the Arctic Circle, let alone dogs.
Bi Fang stood up and tried whistling. The Three Fools imdiately stopped their frolicking and turned to look at him.
Another whistle, and the Three Fools rushed over instantly.
"Hey, they really respond; they must have received good training, which is quite convenient for ."
Bi Fang chuckled, unclear on how the original owners of these sled dogs gave orders, but a whistle was indeed the most common ans, clear, loud, and straightforward.
The Three Fools quickly gathered around, and Bi Fang patted each of their heads in turn, then decided to give them nas.
After a pause, Bi Fang pointed at the Samoyed, the Alaska, and lastly the husky and said, "Let’s call you Wangcai, Fugui, and Goudan respectively!"
Audience: "..."
The first two didn’t react much and just tilted their heads, while the husky, seeming to catch sothing in the tone, barked once. However, it was just seemingly so, as its tail continued to wag happily.
Bi Fang didn’t expect the three dogs to rember their nas in such a short ti, but it didn’t matter, they would understand after a few days.
Compared to Old Fang’s perfunctory naming thod, the audience had a lot of pent-up complaints they needed to express.
[Old Fang, your naming really takes back to the countryside]
[The first two nas are far-fetched but passable, but the last one, Old Fang, to be honest, do you have so personal vendetta against the husky? Tell us about it]
[These nas are too down-to-earth; since I left my village at three years old, I’ve never heard nas that feel this grounded.]
"There’s no vendetta."
Bi Fang unbuckled the gear and loaded everything onto the husky.
Since they were working dogs, they obviously needed to work more.
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