Jiang Yan stepped outside and glanced at the mutated hunting dog, indeed noticing a crude iron brand with the letters "MS" on the dog's hind leg.
The letters "MS" seemed to be deliberately designed, carrying some artistic flair.
"I heard dog meat can help ward off the cold, shall we give it a try tonight?" Jiang Ye suggested as he approached.
The remaining people were somewhat silent.
Especially a few warriors who had previously worked with hunting dogs on patrol at the base.
In their eyes, hunting dogs were not just ordinary animals, but more like comrades-in-arms in a certain sense.
But now it was the apocalypse, and naturally, they wouldn't choose to go hungry. They just needed some time to emotionally adjust.
Jiang Yan, on the other hand, hadn't thought that much, simply saying, "I suggest we leave this hunting dog outside for the night."
Ye Qing nodded in agreement. "Are you also worried that it will self-dissolve like those mutated snow wolves?"
