As soon as Ma Lin's companions saw the hunting, they immediately felt an itch to join.
Seven or eight bows were drawn.
A wild boar turned a corner, trying to sneak past them through the nearby woods.
They shot wildly.
Two wild boars were hit by arrows; one was shot down, and, after getting up, couldn't run fast, while the other staggered away.
The primitives from the south all wore a chicken feather on their heads.
Ma Lin quickly dubbed them the "Feather Tribe" in his mind.
When the Feather Tribe saw eleven strange primitives suddenly appear, they were initially startled and then turned to run.
'Blackie' and 'Whitey' went after the two injured wild boars with spears in hand.
Ma Lin greeted the Feather Tribe primitives: "Hello, don't be afraid."
Then he gestured wildly, indicating he was happy to see them.
His companions also made similar gestures.
The Feather Tribe primitives stopped running away.
Ma Lin didn't know why they ran in the first place.
