Forest Ranger: Help! A golden eagle cub is relying on me

The warm current flowed quietly through his limbs and bones. It was insignificant, but it dispelled some of the coldness that had penetrated deep into his bones, forming a subtle difference from the previous feeling of being almost frozen stiff.

The audience in the live broadcast room could only see a small ball of white thing lying on the snow through the slightly blurry footage of the drone after the snow, almost blending in with the surrounding snow.

"Hey, what's that under Brother Chuan's feet? Is it a little sparrow? Is it frozen?"

"It looks like even the little sparrows can't handle this kind of weather. It's totally different from their usual chirping vitality."

"Dad Huang has done a great job. He even knew to bring the bird to the anchor. This intelligence is in stark contrast to his usual behavior of destroying the house."

Chen Chuan stretched out his hand carefully and gently touched the cold and stiff feathers of the Snow Bunting with his fingertips. The touch made him frown slightly, as it was a completely different temperature from his now slightly warming body.

He did not respond to the comments immediately. Instead, he held the tiny snow bunting in his palm and gently held it with his other hand, trying to use his body temperature to give it some warmth. The gentleness of this action was completely different from the roughness with which he usually handled large beasts.

“This is not a sparrow.”

Chen Chuan's voice came through the microphone, with a bit of hoarseness after the snow, but also a hint of unquestionable certainty, which corrected the speculation of the barrage.

“This is a snow bunting.”

His tone was calm, as if he was stating a very common fact, which contrasted with the rarity of this bird in this area.

"Snow Bunting?"

"I haven't heard of it. A name related to snow sounds like it's resistant to cold. It's completely different from a popular name like sparrow."

Chen Chuan felt the almost imperceptible signs of life in his palm and continued, "It can be said that it is one of the most cold-resistant small birds in the world."

As soon as these words were spoken, the originally light-hearted banter in the live broadcast room instantly diminished, and was replaced by a curiosity about unknown things, which was a change from the previous casualness.

"The most cold-resistant? No way. It's so small and looks even thinner than a sparrow. It doesn't live up to its name."

"That's right, Brother Chuan, you read it right? How resistant to cold this little thing is. It's completely different from the huge size of cold-resistant creatures we imagined."

Chen Chuan looked down at the little life in his palm, with a look of respect for the tenacious life in his eyes, which was different from his usual indifference towards ordinary animals.

"They spend most of their time living in the tundra near the Arctic Circle and can even survive in environments dozens of degrees below zero, an ability that is in stark contrast to their tiny size."

"In winter, they usually move in groups and rarely appear alone."

Chen Chuan's gaze swept across the empty yard, and then looked at the snow-covered mountains in the distance. His searching eyes contrasted with the lonely Snow Bunting in his hand.

"This one probably got separated from the main group in the snowstorm and ended up here."

The speculation in his tone carried a bit of understanding of the little guy's experience, which was a different context from the objective and calm tone when he explained his habits just now.

The body of the Snow Bunting in Chen Chuan's palm was icy cold, with a chill as if its life was about to slip away. This formed a cruel contrast with his body which was slightly warm due to the system reward.

He looked down at the almost weightless bird and decided to bring it back into the house. The simple thought of rescuing it and the still cold air outside the window drove him to action.

Back in the wooden house, the residual heat from the fire was still there, dispelling the slight chill that rushed in when the door was opened. The warmth in this enclosed space was like a world apart from the ice and snow outside.

Chen Chuan gently placed the snow bunting on a piece of dry old cotton cloth, close to the fire but at a safe distance. This meticulousness was different from his usual bold and flamboyant style.

The furry Husky head of Fan Tong came closer curiously, and its wet nose almost touched the Snow Bunting. The silliness in its eyes formed a weird combination with the fragility of life at the moment.

Da Huang just lay far away. Having experienced the shock of being "crushed" by the tiger cub before, it was more cautious and kept a distance from such small creatures. Its attitude was different from that of Fan Tong's curiosity.

As time passed, the Snow Bunting was wrapped in the warmth of the fire, and its stiff body seemed to loosen a little. The subtle change and the long silence in the house formed a sign of life.

Suddenly, the snow bunting's eyelids trembled very slightly, and then its tiny claws curled up slightly. This sign of awakening was completely different from its previous lifeless silence.

It suddenly opened its eyes, and its obsidian pupils were blank at first, and then filled with a huge figure and unfamiliar environment. An extreme fear instantly gripped it, forming a violent impact with its newly recovered consciousness.

From the perspective of the Snow Bunting, Chen Chuan's enlarged face and the huge dog head of the Fan Tong next to him were as terrifying as prehistoric beasts. This visual distortion and the actual size difference were the sorrow of the small creatures.

"Chirp!" A sharp, short cry came from the Snow Bunting's mouth, full of fear and despair. The sound was particularly harsh in the quiet wooden house, forming a strong contrast with its tiny body.

Then, it kicked its legs with all its strength, flapped its wings wildly, and its whole body shot up from the cotton cloth like an arrow. The speed of its explosion was completely different from its previous weakness.

The snow bunting flew around in panic in the cabin. It couldn't tell the direction and instinctively avoided anything that seemed threatening to it. Its headless flying trajectory was completely different from its agility in the sky.

It slammed headfirst into the cold window glass with a soft bang, then stumbled to the other side, almost crashing into the fire. Its embarrassing posture was an irony to its title as "the most cold-resistant small bird".

The food bucket was startled by the little thing that suddenly flew up, and it shrank back with a whimper. Its timid look was completely different from its usual arrogance when it destroyed things.

Dahuang stood up abruptly, letting out a low, alert whimper from his throat, and stared at the white shadow running around in the air. His nervousness was completely different from his indifference just now.

Chen Chuan frowned slightly. He quickly stood up and tried to guide the frightened bird, but the snow bunting's flight was irregular and his every attempt failed. This clumsy rescue contrasted with his usual calmness and control over the overall situation.

The space inside the wooden house was not big to begin with, and it became even more chaotic because of the little bird's reckless running around. The tiny figure stirred up the air inside the house, creating a completely different dynamic compared to the tranquility outside where the wind and snow had just stopped.

The brief peace in the wooden house was completely shattered by the snow bunting's random collision, and a small-scale chaos filled the air.

Just when Chen Chuan felt helpless, a swifter shadow joined the chase. It was a snow leopard cub that had been curiously looking at the snowball in the yard. Chen Chuan called it "Daimao" because there was a small tuft of disobedient fur on the top of its head that stood up, which formed a wonderfully silly look with its concentration on hunting at the moment.

Daimao's movements were completely different from the panicked snow bunting. It crouched low, and the pads under its feet made it move silently on the wooden floor. Its innate hunting instinct contrasted with its still immature body. It did not pounce, but used its body to cleverly compress the snow bunting's flight space. Every seemingly random move accurately predicted the next possible landing point of the snow bunting. Its sophistication was inconsistent with its age.

The Snow Bunting tried several times to escape from the gap between Daimao and the wall, but was gently blocked by Daimao's furry body. That action was more like guiding than hunting, which was a manifestation of its future power to split rocks and pierce through clouds.

"Oh my god! Dai Mao's operation was a textbook-level expulsion. The bird was not hurt at all. It formed a gentle contrast with its identity as a ferocious beast!"

"This is not bird catching at all, this is simply non-contact fighting, it is completely different from those hunters who only use brute force."

"Aho-Mao: ​​Don't panic, little brother. I just want you to change direction. This kindness conflicts with my hunting instinct."

The comments in the live broadcast room were boiling again because of the sudden appearance of this "professional" catcher. The amazement formed a sharp contrast with the tense atmosphere in the room.

Finally, the Snow Bunting ran out of energy and landed on the crossbar of a low stool, gasping for breath. Its bright black eyes were filled with fear, forming a sharp contrast between movement and stillness with Aho-Mao's calm gaze.

Dai Mao did not move forward, but squatted not far away, with his head tilted, staring at the Snow Bunting with his amber eyes without blinking. His posture was as if he was appreciating a fragile work of art, which was completely different from the ferocity with which he had chased it just now.

Seeing this, Chen Chuan breathed a sigh of relief. He picked up a handful of crushed nuts and grass seeds from the supply bag beside him. These were snacks he occasionally prepared for the small birds in the forest. They were surprisingly consistent with the scene of rescuing the snow bunting at the moment.

He slowly stretched out his hand, palm facing up, and spread out the food with extremely gentle movements. The disparity in size between his broad palm and the insignificant amount of food in it was huge.

The Snow Bunting stared at Chen Chuan warily, then looked at Dai Mao who was staring at him hungrily (but actually had no ill intentions). Its small body trembled slightly with fear, and its alertness matched its isolated and helpless situation.

Chen Chuan did not urge him, but just maintained that posture. His breathing was light and his eyes were gentle. His patience was completely different from his usual vigorous and decisive style of doing things.

The aroma of food, mixed with the unique scent of Chen Chuan that made animals feel at ease, drifted towards the Snow Bunting. The invisible temptation formed a tug-of-war between the Snow Bunting's inner fear.

A few minutes later, the Snow Bunting finally seemed unable to resist the urge of hunger, or perhaps it felt the non-threatening kindness of Chen Chuan, and it tentatively took a small step forward. The cautious movement was completely different from its previous panic-stricken flight.

It tilted its head, pecked at the nearest grass seed, and then quickly retracted its head, its obsidian eyes looking around vigilantly. This short meal was consistent with its high level of tension.

Seeing that Chen Chuan and Daimao did not move, the Snow Bunting seemed to become bolder. It pecked a few more times, and its speed gradually increased. Its desire for food gradually overwhelmed its fear of the unknown.

The corners of Chen Chuan's mouth unconsciously raised up a slight arc, and the relief and the lingering fatigue on his face formed a warm interweaving.

After a while, the snow bunting had almost eaten all the food in Chen Chuan's palm. It even rubbed Chen Chuan's fingers gently with its little head. The subtle touch carried a kind of nascent trust, which was a completely different expression from its previous sharp scream.

Intimacy is silently enhanced at this moment. The invisible connection is more direct than any language, forming a pure contrast with the complex way of human communication.

Seeing that the snow bunting was no longer struggling violently and its body had relaxed, Chen Chuan carefully held it with his other hand. His movements were so gentle as if he was treating a feather, which formed a contrast with the strength he usually used to lift heavy objects.

He gently placed the snow bunting on the fairly spacious old wooden table in the middle of the cabin, where there was good light and it was away from the direct heat of the fire, which was a different consideration from the temporary placement on the cotton cloth before.

The Snow Bunting became completely quiet, staring at Chen Chuan with its obsidian eyes. The pure trust in it was completely different from the frightened look it had just a moment ago.

Its small body leaped lightly onto the large old wooden table, and with its fragile wings flapping, it actually landed towards Chen Chuan. This active approach was two extremes from its previous desperate escape.

The next moment, the snow-white bird with some black dots landed steadily on Chen Chuan's shoulder. Its almost negligible weight formed a sharp contrast with his burly figure.

Immediately afterwards, Snow Bunting made a move that surprised Chen Chuan a little.

It rubbed Chen Chuan's cheek gently with its little head, and its soft fur brushed against his slightly stubbled skin. The slightly itchy touch was a wonderful comfort to his fatigue from the past few days.

This sudden intimacy made Chen Chuan's tall body stiffen slightly, which was completely different from his usual calmness when dealing with wild beasts.

The drone's camera faithfully recorded this scene. The comments in the live broadcast room were instantly overwhelmed by envy and amazement. The hustle and bustle of the virtual world and the tranquility in the wooden house at the moment formed an interesting echo.

"Ahhh! It actually took the initiative to rub Brother Chuan's face! My heart is melting. This treatment is so different from the reality that I can only look at the screen!"

"I also want to be nuzzled by such a cute little bird! My silly parrot only pecks me. This level of intimacy is in stark contrast to my pet!"

"Brother Chuan must have saved the Milky Way in his previous life, right? This kind of harmony between man and nature is like a fairy tale shining into reality. It is completely different from the cold interpersonal relationships around me!"

"I admire you so much! This little snow bunting is so smart. It's much better than some human cubs that are hard to raise. Its well-behaved behavior is completely different from the fussy behavior of a naughty child!"

Chen Chuan felt the dependence of the little life on his shoulder, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up slightly. His nerves that were tense due to fatigue seemed to relax a little, which was slightly different from his usual serious image.

He did not move immediately, allowing the little guy to adjust a comfortable posture on his shoulder. This indulgence was in contrast to his strict discipline of large animals.

After a moment, Chen Chuan slowly raised his arm, and the Snow Bunting actually followed his arm obediently and jumped into his palm. This tacit cooperation was completely different from the panic it had when it first arrived.

Holding the snow bunting, he turned and walked towards the door of the cabin. His cautious movements contrasted with the ease with which he usually carried dozens of kilograms of supplies.

When he pushed open the slightly heavy wooden door again and prepared to take a look at the situation in the yard, the scene before him startled him slightly. The unexpected neatness was completely different from the messy one he had expected.

The yard, which had been a mess due to the snow shaken down by the three giant bears, was now cleared into a large open space. The snow piles were neatly gathered in the corners, forming a distinct order compared to the previous chaos.

Several clear paths emerged from the thick snow, which had obviously been carefully cleared. This level of meticulousness was in stark contrast to the animals' usual carelessness.

Big Bear, Second Bear, and Little Blackie were lying on the edge of the cleared space, their huge heads put together, gurgling with satisfaction from their throats. Their leisurely posture was in stark contrast to the excitement when they had just caused trouble in Heaven.

Several snow leopard cubs, including one with a small tuft of fur on its head, were now patting the remaining snow foam on the ground with their furry little paws. Their serious look seemed as if they were making the final trimmings, in contrast to their usual nonchalant behavior of just playing around.

When they saw Chen Chuan coming out, they all raised their heads, with a subtle hint of seeking credit in their eyes. Their expectant gazes were different from their usual dependence on Chen Chuan. (End of this chapter)