"Uh, Pan Hunting, does that mean letting Little White fly high? Is that what you mean?"
Lin Yang: "Yes, when it's stable, the higher it flies, the better, so when I saw Little White repeatedly climbing in circles around me, I didn't blow the whistle in time.
Actually, today I blew the whistle because I noticed that after several circles, Little White had stabilized its flying height, or else, I would have let it continue climbing."
"Uh, today's height must have been a hundred meters, right? Is that enough?"
Lin Yang shook his head: "Not nearly enough. I'll feed him a small amount, let him rest for a while, and then fly again once he has digested his food at noon.
This initial height of a hundred meters for a major Pan is already high, but for hunting Little Swans, it's still not sufficient. I estimate we need at least one hundred fifty to one hundred eighty meters to stand a chance."
Close to noon, indeed, he let Little White take a major Pan again.
