Forest Ranger, starting from Picking Up a Lynx Girl

Chapter 372: Chapter 370 What is this thing, take a bite and try

It took no more than ten minutes before the Little Tiger Cub emerged, holding something in its mouth that was neither a mouse nor a rabbit.

Walking up to the Tiger mother, the Little Tiger Cub put down its prey and let out a soft cry.

The viewers in the livestream room immediately took screenshots and zoomed in to have a look.

“It’s a Rock Squirrel, what we call a Stone mouse here.”

Inside the large office of the breeding center in Shaos City, several young people were watching the livestream via a projector.

They, too, recognized the identity of the prey.

Although not as big as the pheasants, Rock Squirrels are harder to catch. The fact that the Little Tiger Cub caught one on its own indicated that its hunting skills, at least fundamentally, were solid.

The Little Tiger Cub, having caught the Rock Squirrel, was not in a rush to eat; in fact, it didn’t seem to want to eat at all. It had just caught any prey to demonstrate that it was capable of hunting.

As researchers who studied tigers, they could guess what was going on in the Little Tiger Cub’s mind with a bit of thought.

“It seems that it really does take following an adult tiger to train properly.”

Even the researchers who were originally not very supportive of Chen Ying’s methods had to admit that, although his ideas were a bit out there, the results proved he was on the right track.

In fact, similar ideas had been proposed by others, but no one else had managed to find a surrogate mother for the tiger cub, let alone a wild one.

Even a bit of experience in the wild would have sufficed.

However, most Huanan Tigers were bred in captivity, and the few that had been spotted in the wild all resided in this region, mostly within uninhabited areas.

Counting each encounter, every sighted wild tiger had a close connection with Chen Ying.

Like the bereaved mother tiger, which was led here by the Tiger mother Chen Ying had rescued in the past.

The Tiger mother looked at the Rock Squirrel with a snapped neck and gently called out. The Little Tiger Cub flicked an ear as if it heard nothing.

It wasn’t particularly hungry and wasn’t too keen on eating the squirrel.