Searching for Right (2)

This place was too barren, and there were almost no animals to be seen. The little eagle shouldn't be in danger of being picked up by a hunting animal.

Muir took a look at his legs. He recalled that the stomach of the necrophagous eagle he had stomped through just now had no food in it.

But this could only prove that Right hadn't been eaten by that necrophagous eagle. Other necrophagous eagles might have attacked them, grabbed Right, then flew off.

Muir didn't move even after a long time. His pose was upright, but he somehow emitted a strong feeling of grief.

In the end, he could only return to the top of the cliff with the few feathers in his mouth.

"Did you find Right?" When Bai Qingqing heard the sound, she immediately looked over. Seeing that Muir had a few feathers in his beak and there were no signs of Right either on his back or claws, her body suddenly felt weak.