He was confident enough that even if he couldn't kill the Mutant Beast, he could still escape.
...
The campfire was located about seven or eight kilometers off the highway.
That area was all wilderness, rarely visited by anyone.
Treading on the ground of sand, stones, and weeds, Brian moved like a ghost, changing direction with the mountain breeze, approaching against the wind, little by little.
When he was still nearly less than a kilometer away,
A pungent whiff of pheromones was captured by Brian's nostrils.
He stopped in his tracks, carefully deciphering the message contained in the air's pheromones: Territory owned, approach with danger!
Brian was familiar with this kind of pheromones.
Every time Shi San marked his territory with urine, it was somewhat similar, only the smell wasn't as strong, and the aggressive scent within the pheromones was not as intense.
"Could this mutant beast be a dog, or a dog with an owner?"
Brian widened his eyes.
