brother wolf

Only three months have passed since the eight-month long dry season, and the worst time has yet to come. My eldest and I are half a year old.

The old buffalo, which could not migrate, was intercepted by the wolves when returning to the river after eating grass, and became the food of the wolves.

The black wolf king stands at the forefront, and the youngest follows closely behind him. The few newly joined male wolves stop at a distance not far away. They haven't fully integrated into the wolf pack. The female wolves in the pack are in pairs, and they will have a sense of belonging to the wolf pack after they have their own offspring.

The boss and I are different species of wolves. Although we are juvenile wolves, we enjoy all the preferential treatment of adult wolves. Because of our strong performance in the hunting process, the rules of wolves have to give way in front of us.

When I was hunting this old buffalo just now, it was I who tricked the buffalo's front hooves into a pit, but the wolves found an opportunity to take advantage of it.

The boss and I finished eating. This buffalo is big enough for all members of the wolf pack to eat well. We don’t need to look for other food for the third brother today.

The third child finally finished sticking to the Black Wolf King and walked towards us. He finally remembered us brothers. I looked at him with contempt. Unfortunately, with this guy's understanding ability, he couldn't understand what I meant at all.

It wagged its tail and looked at the little butterfly in front of it in a daze. I remember it liked to play these little tricks when it was a child, and it could be enjoyed by itself for a long time.

While looking at the Black Wolf King reluctantly, it squinted at the butterfly flying around.

I sighed, this guy is still too young, he has not been weaned psychologically, he always regards the black wolf king as his second mother, and I don’t see how the black wolf king treats him indifferently, although he has never treated him It expelled the wolf pack and allowed it to follow, which was only based on a little friendship of the same kind.

When exactly will it grow up?

After eating, I quietly left the wolves and ran towards a certain golden shadow.

The golden-haired lion was dozing in its old place, and when it saw the sound of me running over, it just lazily opened its eyes and took a look, then continued to sleep on its own big head.

I also lay down not far from it and began to doze off.

This is the usual state after the golden retriever lion forced me to come here. The lion is a creature known as the "sleeping god", and even I began to have this tendency, lying there to rest if I have nothing to do.

Suddenly I raised my head, and the changes around me made me a little uneasy. I saw some hyenas and wild wolves wandering not far away.

Recently, the creatures on the prairie began to appear abnormal. Several of the wolf packs near us were cleaned up, and only a few survivors escaped. I always thought it was the hyenas, wild dogs or cheetahs on the prairie. , but depending on the situation, it is not that simple.

The fierce and ugly hyenas also started to get restless.

As if they were threatened by something, they began to pour into the territory of the powerful enemy lion group. Regardless of the threat of the lion group to the hyena group, the two groups fought each other and caused serious casualties.

In one encounter, several lionesses were killed in a fight because male lions were not in the pride while patrolling border territory, and of course the hyena pack suffered heavy losses.

This made the Golden Retriever lion fly into a rage. It felt that this was a kind of provocation to it, and it was even more dereliction of duty for not protecting the members of the lion group.

Lions and hyenas have become mortal enemies, and as long as they meet, they must fight.

The golden retriever noticed the movement around him, and finally opened his eyes lazily. When he saw the hyena, he immediately woke up. It seemed that hatred is the best stimulant.

The golden-haired lion stood up and raised its head. In fact, male lions do not often participate in hunting, unless they are hunting large animals, because their long manes on the back of their heads are not conducive to concealment. Often, the prey will notice it before they get close and run away.

The golden retriever smelled the bloody smell coming from nowhere in the air, and gradually the murderous aura in his eyes disappeared, and a solemn look came up.

It roared at me, and then ran while sniffing the bloody smell in the air, and I followed closely behind it.

The Golden Retriever looked at everything around with unprecedented care, and I became more cautious because of its influence.

This run is a day and a night.

On the way, we encountered a migrating herd of elephants, and then they were surrounded by two people I knew very well, which were humans.

The golden retriever and I were lying in a dense grass in the distance, looking at everything in front of us.

An elephant with long tusks resounded through the sky with a long call, followed by a young elephant.

On the one hand, I was excited because I finally saw traces of humans, and on the other hand, I was very annoyed by their hunting behavior, because I was also one of the possible prey targets.

Those humans held some traditional weapons, knives, guns and arrows, all cold weapons. Thank God, if they had guns or other more powerful weapons in their hands, the two elephants would have died on the spot.

Soon, I realized that their goal was not to kill elephants for ivory, but to capture them alive!

I don't know why humans want to capture live elephants, maybe sell them to zoos?Or as a mount for some dignitaries?But this phenomenon should no longer exist in modern society, right?Or do you want to take the ivory alive but spare the life of the elephant?

All kinds of wild guesses were going on in my mind one after another, and the mess made my mind a mess. Suddenly I realized something, squinted, and looked at the clothes of the group of people in the distance.

Their skin is olive, some are red, bare to the upper body, wearing a strange skirt that only covers the buttocks, a bit like the "nug white" of ancient Egypt that I read in the book, and some are Made of animal hide.

This is not like the residents of the African savannah in my memory, not only the skin color is different, but even the clothes are very different.From a distance, I heard them chattering, but it wasn't any language I was familiar with.

Maybe I have really traveled to a different time and space, I was thinking blankly, I still had the idea of ​​what if I was still in the original world, then could I find a way to restore myself to a human form, and then return to the original world? The human world, now it seems, is impossible. Even if I go back, so what, everything I am familiar with is gone, and it will lose the meaning of going back.

A man who looked like a leader was sitting on a horse, giving orders, shouting for some reason, and the people surrounding the elephant herd retreated one after another, forming a circle, looking at the place where the golden-haired lion and I were lying in ambush.We've been spotted.

After thinking about it, I decided to save those two elephants. If I remember correctly, the adult female elephant was the leader of the herd that I followed when the boss and I went to drink water.

The kindness of a drop of water is reciprocated by the spring, not to mention that now is the time to fight against the enemy.

I let the Golden Retriever go around quietly behind the team, while I stand out from a distance to attract their attention.

The leader saw me screaming excitedly, and didn't know what he was happy about. He pointed at me and made a burst of crackling birdsong to the people under him.

I squinted my eyes, looked at it calmly, and saw that the golden shadow was already lurking close to them, I raised my head and let out a long whistle, and rushed towards them in an S-shaped running route.

The female elephant also swung its trunk up and down, and uttered a battle song, "Oh—" while the golden-haired lion quickly rushed into the crowd under our cover, invincible. Humans are far from rivals of wild beasts.

The leader's expression changed drastically, and he drove the horse, whose legs were limp under the lion's roar, to flee away, regardless of the lives of his subordinates.

On the way back, the two of us kept silent. We must think about what to do next.

There are some animals on the grasslands that live by the grass, and they cannot leave the grass, so as the dry season comes, they will continue to migrate across the continent with the traces of the rain, including elephants and wildebeest.Elephants can smell the moisture lurking in the air miles away, and head in that direction with unstoppable momentum.

There are also some animals that cannot migrate at all, because of their body structure or other reasons, they will stay in place and resign themselves to their fate. Of course, evolution has allowed them to adapt to dry climates, unless the climate is too abnormal, and they will inevitably undergo a natural elimination. Those who are weak or unlucky will not survive.

The wolves are fine, as long as the environment permits, they can travel thousands of miles, but the lions are different. The lions have strong explosive power, but their endurance is not good, especially the cubs under one year old are not suitable for long-distance migration at all.

But to avoid human attacks, they must migrate to farther places, and lions and wolves have no choice.

When I was anxiously thinking about the solution, the golden retriever lion had already reacted, as if this situation had been expected for a long time, but it happened suddenly and had to adopt the method in the record as soon as possible.

It raised its head and let out a long howl, calling for its lions, while I quietly left its side. I must tell the Black Wolf King about this as soon as possible. The fur of wolves is not loved by humans, so the danger should not be great, at least In my mind, just avoid it.I had a difficult communication with the black wolf king, but found that its reaction was exactly the same as that of the golden retriever lion, as if it had been prepared for this kind of thing long ago. It seems that human hunting activities have long formed a certain law, and they have long been got used to.

The law of nature rejects the hybridization of different species, and does not approve of raising the young of other species. Snakes have snakes, rats have rat nests, and everyone goes their own way. A despicable person like a cuckoo bird is rare.

Nor do I intend to violate this law of nature.

The death of the little fox still makes me hard to let go. When I was half asleep and half awake, I always felt that the warm ball was still nestled beside me, and I could still see the shiny round eyes.

I always feel that the reason why the little fox got into an accident is because the boss and I violated this rule. However, if this is not the case, then the little fox who lost his parents will probably die too. Come up with a cause and effect, maybe, in the end, all we can do is "do our best and obey the destiny".

I never want to experience grief like this again.

So when the golden retriever brought the golden lion cub who had lost its mother—its mother died in a battle with hyenas—and threw it in front of me, I immediately took three steps back and looked at it in horror. Watching the cub happily stumbling over, trying to get close to me.

This kind of creature that is still sucking milk is too scary. Basically, if you have milk, you are a mother. You can eat whatever you want. The problem is that I have no milk!

I screamed miserably, bared my teeth and growled and threatened that ignorant little thing not to approach me. Unfortunately, it didn't take my threats to heart at all. It flopped over again, I got angry, bit its small neck and threw it to its father, it ran over again, I——

I am completely powerless, who made me powerless to the cubs.

The golden retriever next to me looked proudly at me being entangled by the little golden retriever. When the little golden retriever was entangled with me, he fell asleep in peace, as if he was not worried at all that I left the little golden retriever here and ran away secretly.

I have to say, what it learned about me made me gnash my teeth.

This was the last happy time before the migration. The little golden retriever didn't know if he could survive the long journey. I tolerantly let the little golden retriever play on my back.