Chapter 28 Previously, the little tiger, who had eaten less of his favorite dried meat just to avoid going outside, was now running swiftly across the snow. His naturally keen sense of smell was being used to the fullest. He lifted his head, letting the snowflakes fall onto his face, as the cold wind carried a familiar scent to his nose. An’an let out two howls, calling for his mother to come over. Maya saw how eager the little tiger was and didn’t ask any questions. She knew that An’an…