brother wolf

After finding a suitable new home, my boss and I started our tour.

We found a small puddle in the center of the bush, which is probably groundwater. The water quality of this small puddle is clear and sweet. Although the puddle is not big, it is relatively deep. This discovery made me very happy.

Water is one of the most important things in this dry and hot grassland half of the time, and this puddle is an underwater searchlight, which is enough to attract groups of animals to come to drink water regardless of the danger.

This also means that my boss and I can sit on the sidelines and hunt those small animals that come to drink.

The only carnivores in this bush were the brood of red foxes, and they posed no threat to us.After the initial trial, we reached a tacit understanding.

Occasionally when we go hunting, we can see red foxes flashing past. Foxes are very defensive and alert. They have a strong ability to sense and avoid danger.

I secretly observed their every move, trying to find some rules and methods.

We gradually became familiar with the little red foxes who can come out of the hole to play. I really like their cute appearance. They are still small and their fur is not like that of their parents. Because of the difficult life, the red fox parents should be as beautiful The bright red fur has turned into a dull reddish red—it's like a cluster of dancing flames, but it doesn't feel threatening at all, it only makes people feel warm.

These little guys are naughty and courageous.

One day, I was wandering idly in the bushes when I saw a round red ball rolling in front of me and stopped in front of me. A pair of bony black eyes were framed in that small pointed face. It looks ignorant and cute.

Its parents probably haven't taught it how to recognize enemies.

That's why it rushed to me so recklessly, and I stood there, wondering how it would react.

It has the unique cautiousness of the fox family, and it slowly moved over. If I made any movement, it immediately rushed back. After dawdling for a long time, probably because I hadn't moved, it finally stumbled to me.

It squatted there, moved its fluffy ears, and stretched out its little pink tongue, intending to lick my face.

This is a taboo.

The boss who I drove to the side to hide immediately jumped out. The little red fox shrank back in fright, rolling and trying to escape, but unfortunately, the speed was not as fast as the boss, and the boss pressed his paws on the ground and screamed.

I think the boss is bullying the children, but seeing the little red fox with its limbs upturned and its belly turned over is really cute.

I walked over and licked the fluff on the belly of the little red fox. This is a harmless and intimate gesture between wolves. I don't know if it has the same effect on the little fox.

But watching the little fox slowly calm down and no longer screaming in a panic, the effect-should be okay, right? !

Its belly was open, and the boss also retracted his sharp claws, and rubbed the little fox's belly with the thick pads of his feet, causing him to roll over on the ground.It seems that the boss is addicted to playing.

But this is the sweetheart of the pair of red foxes, if they see it, there will be a conflict.

I rescued the chubby little red fox from the claws of the boss. It quickly turned over and stood up as if saved, but instead of running away immediately, it stood behind me.

I looked at this scene with a little surprise, and really couldn't understand how the little red fox would regard me as its protector, but its intuition was very keen-it made it feel that I was safer than the boss.

For the next few minutes, the three of us formed a makeshift squad and walked together in the bush.

The little red fox is running around us. Every time I see its chubby body, I am amazed. Given its size, how can it be so fast?

Happy hour didn't last long.

After a while, the parents of the red fox, who realized that the child was missing, came to find them. A flash of red lightning flashed by, and the little red fox was gone. Only its creaking sound was heard in the distance, as if protesting the behavior of the parents.

I smiled, walked to the boss, and the two ran side by side. The leisure time passed, and it was time to hunt.

In fact, the puddles in the bushes can already provide us with enough prey, but that kind of hunting can't improve our own ability, so most of the time, we still go outside to find prey.

Three days later, my boss and I were training our hunting skills on the grassland.I saw a family of red foxes not far away, and four little red foxes were following their parents. It was about time to train them to survive.

The most important lessons in the life of animals on the grasslands are all experienced and learned by doing.

The sun was scorching hot, and there was no cloud in the sky. At this time, the carnivorous beasts were drowsy. For the little red fox, it was the safest time.

But accidents often happen when they least expect it.

When a few black spots appeared in the sky, my first reaction was an airplane, but I immediately realized that it could not be an airplane, because there was no sound of roaring engines.

The few small black spots slowly circled and fell, and swooped down a few hundred meters away.

My boss and I immediately ran into the bushes.

The red fox parents screamed, warning and calling the little red foxes scattered nearby, but the speed of the aerial killer was too fast, and there was no time to react.

Almost in the blink of an eye, three little red foxes were grabbed by those crowned eagle eagles with claws as hard as hooks, and flew into the air. The red fox parents jumped up and tried to stop their actions.They succeeded. Because of the little red fox's struggle, a crowned eagle eagle was bitten by the red fox's parents before it could fly into the sky.

A sharp eagle cry resounded through the sky.

Several other crowned eagles swooped down and ruthlessly pecked at the red fox parents who were dying to save their children.

The two little red foxes that were thrown from the air lay there motionless, seemingly hopeless.

The loss of a child drives the red fox parents even more crazy.

The two parties came and went, and the fur of the blood-stained red fox finally regained its due gorgeousness, but this was already the last dance.

I see the end.

Suppressing my urge to run out of the bushes, I told myself that this ending is the result of natural selection, you don't need to interfere, you are not the savior, if you can save this one, you can't save the next one, the last thing you need on the grassland It's this cheap sympathy.

But no matter how I persuaded myself, I was still ashamed of myself hiding in the bushes and watching this tragedy happen before my eyes.

I shrugged my tail, not wanting to look any further.

After returning to my new home, I was still depressed. The boss half lay beside me, gently licking my face and rubbing against my neck. I knew it was comforting me.

Its dark brown eyes are so gentle, as if they can accommodate all my cowardice and selfishness.

I'd love to ask it, you can understand it all, can't you?

It didn't answer, just looked at me with warm eyes.

I shook my head.

In the middle of the night, there was a slight sound beside the cave.

My boss and I woke up immediately.

Looking at each other, they walked out of the cave cautiously.

I saw the male red fox lying at the door of our cave with a chubby little fox in its mouth.

Seeing us, it put the little fox in its mouth in front of us and pushed it towards us with its mouth. The little fox squeaked and leaned towards the male fox.

The male fox got angry and bit it hard.

It clutched its little paws aggrievedly, staring at its innocent eyes, not understanding why its parents would do this.

I smelled a strong smell of blood.

The male fox looked at us and howled, his voice was a little crisper than a dog's, and the range was a little smaller.

It is begging.

I walked over, picked up the little fox, put it at my feet, and licked its face. The comforted little fox became happy and wanted to run to the male fox, but he was afraid that the male fox would get angry, so he had to stay by the side. He stared at his father with round eyes.

The male fox moved over, licked the little fox's fur, and then drooped his head weakly.

It's dead.

I buried the male fox near the den so he could watch the cubs grow up.