Monty took Rojo on another path, passing through long grass and entering a bush. In front of him were undulating rocks and hills. A single fig tree stood beside a rocky mountain made of rocks. This place is only three to four hundred meters away from the border of his territory, but Rojo has never been here.
Cheetahs don't like this kind of place. The field of view here is not wide and is always blocked by obstacles. It is not suitable for cheetahs to run high and chase prey. It is a good place for leopards to ambush.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing Rojo stop, Monty turned his head and looked at him in confusion.
"This is where?"
"My territory."
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