brother wolf

The sun was about to sink below the surface of the sea, and I had to find a temporary shelter before it got dark.

I ran around all the corners, and finally found a place I was satisfied with. It was a depression formed by a rock wall, about the height of a half-bent person, and two meters wide.

I used my claws to scrape off the dirt accumulated inside, exposing the rock face, then drilled into the bushes, picked up some soft branches and leaves, spread them on the ground, and made a hasty nest.

I dragged the golden retriever's heavy body, tried to keep him from being bumped, and slowly moved him to this temporary shelter. When I was tossing back and forth like this, the golden retriever's eyes slightly opened, and I was very happy. He roared twice, however, he just looked around with blank eyes, and then fell back into a deep sleep.

I know he wasn't really sober just now.

I ate half of the seabird and licked my mouth. Of course, this amount of meat is not enough, but I have to keep some. Maybe the golden retriever will wake up later. At that time, he urgently needs meat to replenish his strength.

It was already dark outside, the stars were twinkling, and the waves beat rhythmically, like a lover's gentle whispers, and sometimes the chirping of seabirds could be heard.

I rested my head on my front legs, pointed my ears, and paid attention to the wind and grass around me.

Although I searched most of the island during the day and found no large animals that threatened me, I still didn't dare to be careless in this strange environment.

This seabird caught by me is a warning, not found does not mean there is no.

I licked my paw and looked back at the golden retriever. He was short of breath and his face was flushed. I couldn't do anything about it. I could only look forward to looking for herbs on the island tomorrow. It is even better to have fresh water, which can clean the wound and lower the body temperature.

In this kind of anxiety, dawn finally came, the sky was slightly white, I walked out of the nest, shook the hair on my body, covered the rock wall with the branches I brought, looked around, felt When you are satisfied, you run away.

I walk through the bushes, the vegetation here is not dense, the leaves are hard, the bark is thick, in order to prevent water loss, the surface is covered with a layer of wax, and there are occasional flowers, such as hyacinths, I search carefully, and finally A small puddle was found in a relatively dense bush, bubbling groundwater.

I let out a cry of joy, and dipped my head into the cold water, until I couldn't hold it any longer, then I stretched out my head, shook it, the water splashed, and I saw the footprints of some small animals by the puddle.

Observing all this quietly, I filled a rotten clay pot I found on the coast with water, and brought it back to the cave.

In some respects, animals have incomparable advantages over human bodies, but when it comes to feeding water, even with the crippled hands of humans, it is easier than holding a clay pot with their mouths now.

I poured water on the golden retriever's face and body, then tore off a piece of clothes, and wiped his body with my mouth.

I have to admit that I didn't do these caring tasks smoothly, and the frizzy movements made the golden retriever groan slightly.

Hearing his voice, I quickly relaxed my hand.

The golden retriever opened his eyes, just woke up, he was still in a daze, and looked at me blankly, after a while, he finally got the focus, he frowned, as if he had said something.

I moved my ears, trying to hear exactly what he said.

When I finally understood what he said, my face was a little ugly, because what the golden retriever said was that he was not dead, and he was about to be killed by me.

This arrogant lion is too ungrateful.

The Golden Retriever fell into a coma, sometimes awake and sometimes unconscious. When he was awake, he would half lean against the rock wall, trying to eat the food I brought back.

Fortunately, this uninhabited island has a lot of prey for us beasts, such as badgers and rabbits in the bushes, seabirds on the reefs, oysters on the beach, etc.

Eating these foods is of course no problem for me who is in the shape of a wolf, but for a human-shaped golden retriever, it is a bit difficult to drink blood like a fur - the human spleen and stomach have already adapted to cooked food - but now he can't even eat it. There is no strength to transform.

I watched him biting half of the bird in his hand with a face full of pain, thought for a while, and ran out.

I remembered that there seemed to be a lot of bird eggs in the places where seabirds built their nests. If they were eaten raw, there should be no problem.

Luckily, I found several eggs, brought them back to the cave, and held them in front of the golden retriever, only to find that the golden retriever had fallen asleep leaning against the wall.

His fever has not subsided, and even his breathing is hot.

When he woke up again, I took a few wooden sticks in my mouth, scratched and pulled them on the ground with my feet, and wrote some words. He gasped and looked at what I wrote, and asked, "Is it useful?"

I nodded.

He stretched out his weak hands, tore the clothes into strips of cloth, then tied the few wooden roots to his chest, made a simple clamp stick, and tied a knot with his teeth. His face was pale, and his forehead was bleeding. There were fine beads of sweat, and his whole body was trembling slightly because of the severe pain. With a hoarse throat, he said intermittently, "I wish - if - I could drink a glass of Tiers wine - that would be great!"

Golden Retriever's injury healed very slowly, maybe it was too serious, and he didn't recover at the same speed as before. After a few days, he was finally able to walk out of the cave with a cane.

The two of us came to the white beach and looked at the endless sea. The golden retriever was hunched over, his face was scorched yellow, with a sickly blush, and his previous spirit was only haggard. I knew that his injury had not healed.

He needs medical treatment and medicine, we must find help.

I wrote something on the beach and let the golden retriever look at it. The golden retriever nodded and agreed.

We stayed on the beach for a while, watching the crabs running rampant all over the ground. They crawled out of the cave seeing that there was no danger around them, and then crawled around in a hurry on the beach, looking for food, and then were caught The waves that roll over take it away, and they don't know where to go.

I found some dead branches in the woods, as well as dry grass and leaves, and brought them back to the cave, where the golden retriever sat and waited for me.

I watched him spend an entire hour, clumsily drilling wood to make a fire, and finally, those few sparks fell on the dry grass, and the fire was lit.

The golden retriever looked at all this excitedly. For a lion that is still wild, fire is a mysterious and dangerous thing at any time. The imprint in his genes makes him always stay away from fire.

The golden retriever threw dead branches and leaves on the fire, and the fire was burning. In such hot weather, standing next to a fire, the golden retriever was sweating profusely. I asked him to step back and stand on the nearby stone , throwing branches into the fire.

We set the woods on fire, these waxy-faced trees, very strong, and a moment later a billow of smoke rose into the sky, crackling and crackling.

As long as there are ships passing by here, the signal should not be ignored.

After waiting for two days, the Golden Retriever was getting weaker and weaker, and he was awake less and less. Although there was enough meat for the past two days because of the fire, he still couldn't resist the deterioration of the wound.

I can smell a faint smell of corruption around him, and his wound is inflamed.

I have no choice, I don't even dare to lick his wound, I can only walk around him, what if the golden retriever just dies like this?What if we could never leave this deserted island?

At this time, I couldn't help thinking of the boss, if it was him, what would he do?He can always analyze the situation coldly and find a way to solve the problem.

I seldom dream, but after living on this deserted island, I had several dreams. Each dream was about the life when my boss and I lived together on the grassland, but every dream was about the boss, or myself being hunted down. This ridiculous scenario ends.

When I wake up from the dream, I will laugh at myself. People who have died once are still afraid of death.

Maybe I am not afraid of death, but have an inseparable concern.

When he can't fall asleep, he can hear the painful groans that the golden retriever can only utter when he is in a coma. Only at this time will he honestly reveal the pain he has endured.

Every day, I spend a lot of time standing on the best part of this small island, on that cliff, looking into the distance to see if there are ships passing by here, and I am disappointed every time.

I thought it would be the same today. When the black spot appeared on the edge of the sky, I couldn’t believe it. When it got closer and finally saw the outline of a ship, I raised my head and let out a long cry. Turn around and rush down the cliff.

The golden retriever was still in a coma, I bit his arm hard without hesitation, he moaned, and finally woke up, looking at me wagging my tail excitedly beside him.

I wrote the word "boat" on the ground with my feet. When he saw it, his dull eyes lit up immediately, and he wanted to stand up immediately, but his weak body did not allow him to make such a drastic action. I gave the wooden stick to him. He, he walked out of the cave with a stick.

We were on the beach, and the ship was getting closer, and our hopes were growing.

The people on the boat saw us, and they put down a small boat near the island, and four men in the boat came towards us by oars.

The golden retriever and I looked at them excitedly.

The four men jumped off the boat and walked over to us on the sea water. The burly man in the lead said, "Hey, you burned this island?"

The golden retriever gasped, coughed, and nodded, "Our ship sank in a storm, only me and my companions survived." The golden retriever stroked my fur, as if to explain, he said My companion here is me.

He didn't say that we were killed by pirates.

The man nodded, but he seemed indifferent, and he didn't invite us to board the ship. I felt that he was a little different from the general crew and sailors, which gave me a bad feeling.

Sure enough, he spat out the chewed tobacco, "Tsk, you look like you're dying."

The golden retriever was a little annoyed, but he endured it, "Please—help us, just—just let us go to any port." He said with all his might.

The men burst into laughter, as if they heard something ridiculous.

We waited quietly for them to finish laughing, Jin Mao opened the bag tied around his waist, and poured a few gems inside into the palm of his hand, "This--is a reward, just--let us--safely- reach the nearest Harbor, you—you can still—get more gems, gold coins."

The man's eyes lit up, he took the gems in his hand, looked at them again and again, and bit them with his big yellow teeth. After finally confirming that they were genuine, he finally said, "Take him to the boat."

The three men next to him immediately came over to support the golden retriever. The golden retriever struggled a bit and pointed at me, "Bring—it, the reward—double."

The man spat and looked at the golden retriever like a lunatic, but who would think too much money?I followed behind the golden retriever, we got on the small boat, and then returned to the big boat with the hanging frame.

The man negotiating with the golden retriever walked up to one of the gorgeously dressed men, murmured, and said something. The group of people around us all had murderous looks on their faces and fierce eyes, watching We were like looking at some delicious lamb.

The golden retriever seemed to be unaware of the abnormality, and slowly moved in front of the gorgeously dressed man, "I—I am Lloyd Lassels, a merchant from Tyre, and my life—is saved by you."

This man should be the captain of the ship, and it seems easier to communicate with him. He carefully looked at Jin Mao and me, who has been closely beside Jin Mao, and nodded, "I heard what the hammer said about your situation. You should rest first. , in the sea, any of us may be tricked by the sea god."

Golden Retriever clutched his chest and said in pain, "I'm afraid—I still—need—the doctor on your ship—"

The man yelled, and immediately someone ran over, and he pointed at the golden retriever.

We were taken to a narrow cabin with a plank bed. An old man came in with a medicine box. He looked at the golden retriever's wound, shook his head and sighed, "This wound is too serious, it's really true that you are still alive." Surprising."

The golden retriever closed his eyes, his whole body was hot, and he had already fallen into a coma again.

I heard someone talking outside the door, probably the captain and his subordinates. The subordinates suggested to the captain to throw the wounded and dying man into the sea to feed the fish. It is unlucky to have seriously ill people on board, and The other one said that the man just shot a few gems, he looked very rich, he should be a big fish, he should be saved and asked for a ransom, but the captain didn't say anything.

We're pretty unlucky, I think, and it's probably a pirate ship.