Winters had a strange feeling: perhaps the strength of a person was found in the very act of "striving to live."
As Winters's mind wandered, Little Lion came over.
Little Lion knocked on the carriage panel and asked with a smile, "How's your first day following us? Getting used to it?"
Winters came back to his senses, "Riding in a carriage is more relaxing than on horseback."
"Hard to get used to the food? I felt the same when I just got home," said Little Lion, patting his quiver and talking excitedly, "I'll go hunt you a couple of rabbits. Once your wounds are healed, we can have a real good time hunting with nets!"
"The rabbits can wait, I have something I want to ask you," Winters said, looking serious.
"We'll talk when I get back!" Little Lion laughed heartily and leapt onto the saddle, galloping away.
...
When Little Lion returned, he brought not only the rabbits but also another person, though with evident reluctance.