After the fire, the scenery had indeed changed a lot.
Because of the excessive growth of herbs, Ning Fei saw a few hares along the way.
The Little Falcon was not hungry now, but it still stared at the hares with sharp eyes.
“Little Falcon, we can’t eat roasted hares today. This place is dry and the sun is directly shining. It’s too dangerous to start a fire.”Ning Fei stopped the little falcon from hunting in time.
The little falcon flapped its wings and obediently stopped moving.
When Ning Fei was having a picnic in the forest, he would always consider the situation around him. If one paid close attention, they would realize that every time he lit a bonfire, it was not far from the river. There was water, and the air was relatively humid.
“Most of the trees on this mountain are ordinary Chinese fir trees. Occasionally, there will be other species.”