Hunger quickly overcame reason, and Little Fox timidly walked to the entrance of the snow house, bit onto the spine of the Salmon, and attempted to snatch it away and run off with it.
Little Fox didn't weigh much, certainly no more than twenty or thirty pounds. How could it have the strength of Lin Yang's right hand? After trying hard, it failed to snatch it away.
Having tasted the flavor of fresh fish meat, how could Little Fox bear to let go? It let out a low threat from its throat, and seeing that Lin Yang had no intention of attacking, it began to eat voraciously, pressing down on the fish with its front paws.
At that moment, Little Fox was less than thirty centimeters away from Lin Yang's right hand. If Lin Yang wanted, even without a weapon, he could suddenly lunge and grasp the fox's front leg.
