brother wolf

The boss howled fiercely and crazily. It stood in the night, its eyes shimmering, and stared fiercely at the two animals standing high and proud.

It was calling to the little fox with this howl, but the little fox did not respond.

At this time, I heard a few inaudible creaking sounds from the trees.

When the boss heard this sound, he became even more frantic. He desperately grasped the tall tree in front of him, and his claws and bark made a crackling sound.

A round of bright moon showed its face from behind the clouds, and the silver moonlight sprinkled on the earth.

Under the bright and clear moonlight, I clearly saw two leopards standing on the tree, with two small prey in their mouths.

It's a little fox, and a little baboon.

The body of the little baboon was completely unresponsive, while the little fox was still trembling very slightly. Its head was down, its fat body was bitten by the big mouth of the leopard, and its short limbs were gently paddling in the air, gradually weakening hang down.

Warm blood spilled from their teeth and fell in front of me.

My eyes were red, but holding the two beasts I could do nothing but circle the tree while growling menacingly.

Seeing this scene, I knew that the little fox was hopeless.

Not reconciled, even if it is a ten thousandth hope, I will not give up.

The leopards didn't care about our threats. After all, they can climb trees, which makes them so confident that they don't even need to avoid them.

The boss and I looked at each other, and finally I started to back away calmly, and the boss stood hunched under the tree.

Run up, step up, jump!

In one go, the tacit understanding between me and the boss was brought into full play.With the help of my help, I finally jumped onto the tree, very well, only half a meter away from the two leopards.

Fight.

I fell heavily, jumped up, and grabbed the two leopards.

The two leopards had probably never encountered such a situation before, and they immediately panicked. This tree is far away from other trees. He jumped to the ground with a plop.

The boss who had been waiting under the tree immediately pounced on it, biting fiercely at the leopard with the cub in its mouth.

The leopard's flexible muscles contracted suddenly, and the boss narrowly bit its hind leg. The severe pain made the leopard howl, and the little fox it was holding in its mouth fell to the ground.

The other leopard that ran down the tree together had already rushed to the tree next door, looked at this side from a distance, and then ran into the darkness without looking back.

The injured leopard also limped up to the tree next to it when the attention of the boss and I was attracted by the little fox.

The little fox was lying on the ground, a small ball.

Just a few hours ago, it was still shaking its fluffy red hair, pounced on us like a baby, and its bright black eyes were rolling around, thinking of some bad idea.

A few hours later, it lay cold and silent on the ground.

The boss gently licked the blood on the little fox.

I saw the little fox's body move insignificantly, and the huge surprise almost made my feet go limp and I sat on the ground.I ran over and arched the little fox's head.

The little fox opened his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and gave a faint squeak. If wolves could shed tears, I would have tears streaming down my face by now.I know this is a flashback, and its injuries are too serious, even with human medical conditions, it is estimated that it will not be able to recover.

I leaned in front of it and licked its face lovingly.

It stuck out its little tongue and licked mine too. After looking at the boss, it finally closed its eyes reluctantly.

The little fox's body is still warm and his fur is smooth, and we have raised him well.

The mother baboon who lost her child next to her howled mournfully, and the sound penetrated the night sky, so desolate that even the moonlight was stained with a layer of sadness.The other baboons gathered around the female, as if to comfort her.

I didn't even have the courage to look at the little fox.

The boss picked up the little fox, and we walked home slowly.

The boss and I dug a hole. I found some hay and laid it on the bottom of the hole, and made a small nest. The little fox is very delicate and would not sleep in places that are slightly hard.

The boss came over with the little fox's body in his mouth, and put it there, its little red body curled up in a ball, as if asleep.

By burying the little fox next to the male fox, they can finally be reunited, but I failed the male fox's entrustment, and I hope it can forgive me.

For the next few days, I was in a trance.

My mind was in a mess, I didn't know what to think.

Facing the helplessness of the little fox, I began to face up to my situation and identity. I am a wolf. So, am I really willing to live in such a chaotic way as a wolf?Hunt for survival every day, always be aware of danger, and then at some point, be killed and eaten by other predators.

This is the cycle on the prairie.

And I let myself accept this cycle at the beginning, but can I really watch the boss being hunted and killed by other beasts?Can I really live a life of running around just for food?When I get a little older, can I really force myself to court a female wolf and have a litter of pups?

Facing the prairie, I was so powerless, unable to protect anything I valued.

When I was lost in thought, the boss still went out to hunt every day and came back with more or less prey.

It watched me squatting in front of the little fox's grave, whining from time to time to comfort me, and more often, it quietly stayed by my side.

It wasn't until three days later that the boss came back with wounds all over his body, that I finally woke up to what I was doing!

I handed over all the raising of the family to the boss. He is just a half-sized wolf cub, and it is not easy to feed himself, let alone me. Let me eat first.

I look at it guiltily.

He licked its wound over and over again, healed it, went outside to find some herbs, and applied it on its wound.

I have lost the little fox, and I must never lose the boss again.

I licked off the blood stains on its silver-gray fur, and I watched it lying there, letting me lick it, as if enjoying it, and felt a little lucky, fortunately, it was always by my side.

I decided to avenge the little fox, and I must find the leopard that only needs to die. Even if I know that it is for survival, the hunting on the prairie is not cruel, it is just a natural law, and it still cannot stop the hatred in my heart .

I need to vent.

And the best way to vent is revenge.