brother wolf

Stretching out the pads, I slid down the thick snow on the hillside, rolled a few times along the way, covered in snow, shook my body vigorously, and shook off the residual snow on my body. I looked at the dozen or so people behind me. wolf.

The snow was deep, and we scoured for whatever food we could find, whether it was wild fruit left over from the fall or animals cowering from the cold.

This is the Rice River.

Of course, you can no longer see the shape of the river from this piece of silvery white. Its water surface was frozen, and then it was completely covered by continuous snowfall. When it thaws, the water is clear and the fish are plump Rice River.

Even though most of its river surface is frozen, under the ice layer, the turbulent river water is still running non-stop, so you must be very careful when walking here, because of the effect of the water flow, the ice layer that looks very solid may be early There is only a thin layer of floating ice left, and the result of stepping on it is to drown in the sub-zero river water.

There are always some otters in a hurry moving around here, they are outside all winter, I watched them jumping up and down on the snow, they are looking for a small piece of the river that is not frozen, there is a little movement , will plunge into the nearest crack and burrow underwater.

I looked at these chubby otters with greedy eyes. Even in winter, they still have no shortage of food. The fish in the river are enough to feed their entire population.

Predators, scavengers, and opportunists can be seen everywhere in this place. Like the dry season on the grassland, every animal is trying its best to survive the cold winter.

I was walking in the ice and snow bored, and accidentally found a strange thing in the ice under my feet.

A frozen fish buried under the ice all winter.

I scraped open the ice with my claws, got out the frozen fish, and threw it to the three starving and emaciated pups behind me. The fish snatched it, but I stopped it with a low growl. They had just eaten half of the frozen duiker, and the food this time did not belong to them.

Ravens with blue-purple feathers are hovering above their heads, jumping down when they see the opportunity, grabbing the missing fish meat, fish bones, and internal organs. They "croak" and always reach their goals while staying out of the way.

This bird is similar to the vulture on the grassland, and it is the scavenger of this wasteland.

Generally speaking, we can live with them peacefully, although sometimes, it is inevitable that their calls are annoying.

We hunted non-stop throughout the wild forest to fill our hungry bellies. This is the first time I realized that being a leader is not easy. You not only live for yourself, but also for the whole wolf pack. .

Good luck today.

Because we found a herd of goats.

But this goat is very agile and we have to be very careful to get the results we want.

We left the pups where they were, fearing their unskilled frizz would disturb the hard-won prey.

We spread out in a fan shape and locked on the relatively easy-to-get young goats and old goats, but we still need to be cautious in our actions. It is not easy to hunt goats in this cold weather, especially when hunger makes us weak. When endurance supports.

Sneaking past, my coat color brought me closer to the goats.

Hold your breath, make or break.

I stood up abruptly and rushed towards the goats. The other wolves followed my actions. The goats were disturbed by us and tried to run up the mountain, but were intercepted by a few wolves I was lying in ambush there.

The hunt did not last long, and the results came out quickly.

We hunted two goats.

Looking at the two sheep, I nodded with satisfaction, at least I don't have to worry about the food for the next week, and spring is not far away.

We dragged the goats near the den and buried them in ice and snow to keep them longer.

But as we did so, a young brown bear came into view.

From my recent observations, there are not many brown bears left in this wild forest. They are the only predatory opponents of wolves in this wild forest.

It watches the food captured by the wolves.

The bear was very young, just coming of age or approaching adulthood, and maybe because of his youth, he was more daring.

Brown bears always get what they want, and now they are looking at our prey.

I hope it can be more interesting. After all, we are a whole pack of wolves. If we fight, it will not be able to please it, and we will definitely suffer damage.

The wolves confronted the bear, probably realizing something, the young brown bear roared angrily, and left angrily.

I breathed a sigh of relief, to be honest, I don't want to conflict with it, the wolves are resting and recuperating, I hope they can get through this cold winter safely.

The forest is very cold at night.

Standing on a dead tree overwhelmed by snow, I wondered how long this life would last, as if there were seemingly no snowflakes falling from the sky.

After safely moving to the Rus Empire with Boss and Golden Retriever's team, we meet Ignatius who came looking for us—and Little Fire.

This pair surprised me deeply, because I remember that Ignatius didn't like this firebird with too bright feathers, which was completely different from his gloomy style, but now, the little fire flew not far above his head. , Occasionally, it will fall on his shoulders for a short rest, of course, not for a long time, the first is because Ignatius will be impatient, and the second is that he is old and does not have so much strength to carry it. A firebird can still move briskly.

Ignatius turned down his hood, revealing his aging face. His complexion was very bad, and his hands were already like sticks wrapped in a layer of wrinkled skin. When he arrived, he immediately drank a large glass of warm water. Hot Rolls wine, after a few hours of rest, began to talk with the boss and the golden retriever.

From his mouth, I learned why the boss and the golden retriever faced the difficult situation not long ago.

The big slave farmer that Boss and Golden Retriever killed at the end on the way to the Province of More was actually the younger brother of the governor of the Province of More, Blaise. Originally, Ignatius cleaned up the villa so that it would not be leaked. , but this unique firebird exposed the truth of all this.

Regardless of whether Governor Brace believed that his younger brother was killed by Ignatius and his party, or they just picked up the escaped firebird halfway, for him, the target of revenge is right in front of him. Of course not.

He bribed the commanders of several legions and other high-ranking officers with a large sum of money. As for Barnett, the commander of the Mortaya Legion, hey, they are old friends. He also promised that Barnett would have nothing to do with this matter.

The stupid Barnett believed this, not only did not provide support, even the supplies were cut off, after all, there was an excuse of the Gelts.

And the little man Love who stayed in Morse City was also arrested by the Governor of Brace on charges of being a Gaelt insider and a spy, and all his property was confiscated. The Governor of Brace was very happy, he was the master of this matter The winner, he not only solved the enemy who killed his brother, but also got a lot of money and land.

Holding the wine in his hand, he touched the confiscated gold and treasures that belonged to him, and couldn't help shouting, "Life is as mellow as grape wine."

Unfortunately, he didn't enjoy himself for long.

Barnett's behavior spread to the people of St. Rocco, and Jean's cousin, the First Minister Eldon Dominguez, who had been sheltering him, finally despaired of him, not to mention his only son, Lance, who was always in his ear. He kept talking to him about how those two young men turned the tide and were the patrons of their mentors, which was completely trustworthy, and his wife, the imperial princess, also spoke to the emperor.

As a result, Barnett, who was enjoying good food and wine in Morse City, was recalled to St. Roch City. After simple interrogation, he was exiled to the desolate Spart Island, where there were only damp and dark houses made of stones and a few acres. Barren lands awaited him, and he was only allowed to take a slave on the road.

The boss and Golden Retriever were appointed as the successors of the commanders of the Motaya Legion. They will take on the important task of defending the border of Moore Province. The new Governor of Moore Province will also take office soon. Special is a little better, not to be exiled, but to be deprived of all property.

The commanders of the other two legions were severely reprimanded, but based on their past exploits and the current state of the Empire, they were retained in their current positions.

Overall, the results are not bad.

I have a lot of admiration for Ignatius, he's been thinking about this for a long time.

But none of this has anything to do with me. I spend most of my time with the wolves, and I only show up in the barracks for a short time every day to let the boss and the golden retriever know that I am not missing.

I think they understand why I do it.

Also know that before long I will leave them and lead the wolves through the winter in this wilderness and forest.

For this is what I owe the wolves, even if the repayment is very small.

After the situation stabilized, they tried to offer prey to feed the whole wolf pack in order not to let me go, but I refused, and I don't think the wolf pack should accept this kind of handout.

They are products of the forest and the wilderness, and being fed by other people is an insult to them.