brother wolf

The wolves scattered in twos and threes in the nearby grass and soil holes, sleeping quietly.Occasionally, a wolf that was disturbed by a certain movement could be seen standing up, looking around at the dark night around, flapping its ears, and then lying down and continuing to sleep.You can also hear brief disputes between pups fighting for a position next to the mother wolf, and the mother wolf who is often awakened will give a fierce growl and then return to silence.

At last the long night was over, and the morning breeze awakened the sleeping beasts.The boss and I lay on the periphery of the wolves, watching the blood of the rising sun slowly fill the entire grassland.

The wolves don't need to hunt today. Yesterday's prey was enough for the wolves to eat for several days.

We watched the cubs about our age play happily behind the mother wolf. They were under the protection of the wolves and grew up in a season of abundant food. They hadn't really realized the danger of the prairie.

The battle for survival is the real source of wisdom and knowledge, and all the female wolf can teach them are some rules and experiences.

They are very interested in me and the boss, two outsiders who popped up suddenly, especially me, with white fur, which is particularly eye-catching. They wander around me, and I lie on the ground lazily, childishly curious about them Love ignores it.

The boss let out some demonstrative growls around me.

Suddenly, I saw a familiar wolf cub not far away, and stood up in disbelief. My eyes are not dazzled, the little black spot on that gray head.

The boss followed me and stood up, and I slowly approached the little wolf, which was lying there licking its paws with relish, as if it still hadn't finished.

It looked at me ignorantly, a little cowering and at a loss, obviously not knowing what it was doing wrong.It has several ugly scars on its dusty fur, and its lean, malnourished body looks like it didn't get enough food among wolves.

I growled in a low voice, using the unique rhythm of the female wolf calling us in memory.

It hesitated, obviously, the roar evoked its memory, it stood up, looked at us, and then slowly responded to the roar, pounced excitedly.

I was thrown to the ground by it, it licked my face vigorously, rubbed against my neck, then turned its head and threw itself on the boss, the boss was pushed back a few steps by its force, and finally stood still.

I didn't expect to meet the long-lost third child in this pack of wolves.

Unexpected joy.

The three of us have been fighting together for a long time, and finally calmed down slowly. If we were human beings, we would definitely have a lot to say, such as how the third child spent that dangerous night, and how it was How did we join this pack of wolves? Now, we just lean on each other closely, quietly experiencing and sharing the joy of survival and the joy of reunion.

I started watching the pack of wolves.

The black wolf king is very young, has just grown up, and has no fixed spouse yet.

Wolves are very loyal animals. Most wolves will only have one partner, so when they choose a partner, they are often very cautious. They must be sure that they are in love with each other before they stay together.

The wolf pack has about seven adult male wolves, five adult female wolves, and ten half-grown pups.

The position of the leader of the Black Wolf King is not stable. There are two particularly strong adult male wolves who are obviously unconvinced and disagree with its instructions from time to time.

I guess that in the near future, there will be another battle among the wolves. If the Black Wolf King can't clear up all the threats at once, then its leadership position will be in jeopardy.

The Black Wolf King is still too young. Although he has the strength and courage to become a leader, he does not have enough majesty and means.

The third child followed closely behind me and the boss. His previous innocent and lively demeanor had long since disappeared. While cowering and hiding from other wolves around him, he looked around vigilantly. Little black spot, I can't believe it, this dirty and cowardly looking wolf is the third child, my brother.

The round sun radiates light and heat in the sky, and the whole grassland is like a wok, steaming hot.

I lay in the shade of a tree with my tongue stuck out, and I used my front paws to pull the half-dead grass in front of me. These days are too difficult, and the wolves have changed their hunting time to early morning and night.

The black wolf king slowly patrolled around the settlement, and slowly walked towards the resting place for the three of us.

I have never been very clear about the attitude of the Black Wolf King towards me and the boss. It neither clearly agreed with us to stay, but also did not clearly oppose it. Later, I looked at the composition of the wolf pack and found that maybe the Black Wolf King himself is also an outsider. , it used force to kill the former wolf king and became the leader of the wolf pack. Because of this, it does not exclude non-family members.

It was lying near us, and the third child ran over to show his courtesies.

The Black Wolf King was not very impatient with the third child, and bared his teeth fiercely at it from time to time, trying to scare the third child away. The third child was very persistent on this point, and he did not show his usual timidity at all. He was scared away or bitten away. After a while, he completely forgot to go over and show his hospitality to the Black Wolf King persistently.

I shuddered, inexplicably thinking of those stalking cockroach characters among humans.

Occasionally, the black wolf king finally gets angry, and a long wolf roar means that if you continue to be an eyesore to me, then I will not mind killing you. Under this kind of real threat, the third child will return to the place in frustration. The boss and I were in a daze for a while, and then lay down on the side to sleep and rest.

In the prairie, the most difficult animal to hunt, except for elephants, is the bison. These bison herds scattered throughout the grassland are often very large.This time, the target chosen by the Black Wolf King was the herd of bison.

This is the first time I have participated in the hunting of wolves. From my point of view, choosing such a difficult and time-consuming target is worse than choosing some easier targets. Unfortunately, the wolf king is not me, and I don’t understand why the black wolf The king will do it.

An adult bison weighs more than a ton, making it one of the largest animals in the world.It is simply impossible for a lone wolf to bring down a bison.In order to compensate for the weakness in size comparison, wolves need precise coordination.

The black wolf king led the pack of wolves to shuttle among the buffalo herd. The buffalo herd didn't make any statement about our arrival. There are not many enemies of this kind of behemoth, so it is very slow to feel the danger.

We carefully looked at each bison, looking for the weakness of the bison.

The wolves are very careful in every move, because there are no truly peaceful animals on the prairie, and elephants and bison are also very lethal. If you are not careful, it may be us disturbers who die under the hooves and horns of the cows.

We have to keep probing and attacking to make the herd run. It is difficult for the herd of cattle gathered together to graze to identify which one is weaker and easier to catch.Once we determine the goal, the first thing we have to do is to try to separate the cow from the bison. Once the goal is achieved, the wolves can completely deprive the bison of the right to survive.

This will take a few days or even longer. We surround the herd and maintain pressure on the herd, consuming the energy and will of the bison.

This is a very long process, which is a test of patience. If the hunting is successful, then we can get food for more than a week.

The Black Wolf King identified the target, which was an old buffalo that looked a little weak.It is old, and its movements are a little slow. The eyes with big copper bells are tired and weak, and the brilliance of life is gradually fading on it.

We drove the buffalo herd together and carefully avoided the buffalo's hooves. Under normal circumstances, the buffalo would not run away. The old buffalo didn't look stupid and was not easily fooled. It escaped the siege of two wolves and ran back. The bison herd was destroyed, and this time, it was safe.

The first attempt failed.

Hunger made us more persistent, and the second drive began.

Two days later, the old buffalo finally crashed to the ground.We made it.

Next comes the feast.

This time it was a pack of wolves, and all the pups followed the adults to learn how to hunt.

I have also benefited a lot. After all, my boss and I have been relying on not being able to make a living on the grassland. There are many things that the female wolf has not had time to teach us.

Not so happy when it came time for the food distribution.

The black wolf king had exclusive access to the meat on the back leg of the bison, and then the adult male wolf and the dominant female wolf rushed forward, each biting the parts they were satisfied with, and the rest was the food for the pups.

There is nothing unfair about this. On the prairie, fairness has never been an equal distribution, nor is it an extreme law of the jungle. The strong are the source of food for the weak. They need their physical strength to continue hunting, so they get the most food, while the weak The survivors can get enough food to survive, this is the real fairness.

So the three of us stood by, waiting for the adult wolves to finish.

Finally, when they finished eating, we were about to eat our portion, but we were stopped by several adult female wolves.

The third child groaned and backed away, as if he had already suffered.

Is this xenophobia?

I looked at the fierce-eyed female wolf in front of me, they were protecting the cubs behind them, and those hungry cubs were already eating around the bison.

I finally know why the third child looks so thin. It turns out that he is the most peripheral member of the wolf pack, and he can only get some food scraps, or nothing at all.

The boss is a little restless, it has never encountered such a situation, and no one taught it what rules and courtesy are.

I am considering whether to leave this pack of wolves. After all, I can tolerate some rules and put myself in the same camp as other young wolves, but I absolutely cannot tolerate this kind of discrimination.

At this time, the black wolf king roared, and it rushed in front of us and roared viciously at the female wolves. The female wolves backed away somewhat unwillingly, but they still didn't get out of the way completely.

The black wolf king raised his head and howled.

Waves of echoes echoed through the entire grassland, and the female wolf finally moved away under this deterrent.

Then, the Black Wolf King didn't even look at us, and returned to the mound where he was standing just now. There was a fallen dead tree there, and he stood on the dead tree.

I took one look at it and decided to accept the offer.

And the third child has been absent-minded since the moment the Black Wolf King appeared, and now he is following us to eat as if sleepwalking.