brother wolf

It's harvest time on the prairie, and even the air smells of sweet berries.

Occasionally, when I want to change the taste, I will find a berry that is a bit like wild strawberry. It tastes sweet and sour, and it tastes the best among the wild fruits I have eaten on the prairie.

I found berries before, and I can eat them by myself. The boss doesn't like to eat them, but because I like them, sometimes he will pay attention to the berry bushes on the grass, and when I am angry, he will bring some berries back to please me.

What now?

I looked at the red ball curled up in distress. It was swallowing the berries brought back by the boss.

I'm still a wolf cub myself, and I'm about to raise a pup.

Fortunately, it no longer needs milk, otherwise it would be really difficult to raise. The boss and I don’t have the ability to produce milk. We can’t catch a female gazelle and force it to feed.

The diet of little foxes is similar to that of wolves. Most of the time, they mainly eat meat, but occasionally they will eat berries of plants, and even things that can fill their stomachs such as insects.

After eating the pile of berries on the ground, he burped and lolled over to lean against me, and I licked his dirty face clean.

It adapts quickly.

A few days ago, I was always looking at the grave of the male fox, squatting there and screaming. Later, I probably realized that no matter how I acted like a baby, the male fox would never appear again, so I gradually stopped going there. up.

The day after the male fox brought him here, we went out to hunt and left him at home.When we came back with food, we found that the cave was empty, and the little fox had long since disappeared.

We searched the entire bush, but we didn't see the little fox's chubby red body. We can only conclude that the little fox probably ran out secretly, encountered danger, and couldn't come back.

This frustrates me a bit.

Going back to the cave lazily, sniffing the scent left by the little fox, and was blaming himself for staying with the little fox, the boss suddenly stood up and ran out. We don’t always act together, hunting Sometimes, it will also separate, so I didn't pay too much attention to its abrupt movements.

A few minutes later, I saw the boss coming back with a red ball in his mouth from a distance. I stood up excitedly, and it turned out to be the missing little fox!

The boss flicked it, and the little fox twirled gorgeously in the air, its fluffy tail drew a circle in the air, and landed lightly in front of me.

I stared at it, it didn't seem to know what I did wrong, it looked at me with round black eyes, jumped over happily, and planned to play with me.Don't think that I will let you go!I said bitterly in my heart, but seeing its innocent appearance, I felt soft-hearted again. Forget it, I found it anyway. It is still young, and it is normal not to know some things.

But the next day, when it disappeared again, I finally blew up, this little guy is addicted to playing, right?

I saw that the boss was going to run out to find it, so I decided to follow behind to see where the little fox went.

When I saw the boss getting into the hidden thorny road, I fell silent.

It turned out that it was coming home.

I saw the boss come out with it in its mouth. It shook its head and struggled vigorously, trying to jump off.

I ran over, and the little fox squeaked happily when he saw me.

I signaled the boss to put it down, and it rolled and ran to me, rubbing against my legs, I licked its warm red hair, bit its neck lightly, hung it up, and walked towards the cave go.

It didn't struggle in my mouth, it was quiet.

When I returned to the cave, I tore open the specially caught pheasant and handed it to it. It squeaked hesitantly, as if asking for something.

Unfortunately, we cannot communicate in words.

I could only lick its face to appease it.

On the third day, when the boss and I came back from hunting, the little fox ran out of the den and jumped in front of me to welcome us.

It didn't go back.

The little fox is very good at watching people.

They are usually close to me, running in and out with my buttocks, and they also like to lean against me when they sleep, one red and one white, with bright colors, making the dark cave come alive.

However, it is clear that it knows who its parents are.Only when it is eating, it will take the initiative to approach the boss. Every time the boss comes back, the little fox will run over and look at it obsequiously.

What bothers me is the little fox's education.

It's time to go out with your parents and learn how to survive, but even the eldest and I are groping carefully.

Once you make a wrong step, you will be forever lost, so if it is not necessary, you will never take risks.

After tens of millions of years of evolution, each animal has its own unique way of living, and their bodies have evolved to suit that unique way of living, such as mongooses, whose main source of food is snakes, so their bodies have anti-venom Ability, another example is that leopards have a special ability to climb trees, while lions, which are also cats, have gradually abandoned this instinct during the evolution process because of their strong bodies.

If you take a fox cub out to hunt, the cub’s ability to imitate is extremely strong, and it will soon become neither like a fox nor like a wolf, caught in the middle, without the physical endurance of a wolf, nor the cunning and changeability of a fox , once the little fox leaves us as an adult, its life will be in jeopardy.

When I was worried here, the little fox was running around on the ground heartlessly. It wanted to catch the fat and tender bug on the ground. But it failed repeatedly.

The boss lay lazily beside him, swept his tail, and watched the little fox enjoying himself with a sneer.

The sun cast halos through the sparse woods. I squinted and suddenly felt that this was asking for trouble. I should believe the little fox.

The silent afternoon was broken by a group of uninvited guests.

I watched a large group of baboons rush into the bush like locusts, beckoning friends, many females with calves hanging from them, while adult males acted as guards.

I don't like baboons.

They are too noisy, especially the baby baboons, who like to cause trouble.

They climb to the tall trees and pick the fruits. When the food is abundant, they are picky eaters. For example, the baboon standing on the fig tree, a bunch of fruits, only ate one, and the rest were eaten by it. It was thrown on the ground.

As a wolf cub who lost his father halfway, struggled to survive, and lived a hard life, I think this is an unforgivable waste.

My boss and I were enjoying the shade on the small lawn near the cave.

Licking my paw, I counted the time until the group of baboons had left.The baboons do not have a fixed residence. Most of the time, they stay in places with abundant food, and then change to another place after eating. Most of the time, they follow the elephant herd.

But I was wrong, it seems that they intend to live here.

We temporarily have another noisy neighbor.

The only advantage is that there are hundreds of warning lights, and as soon as the baboons see any danger, they will scream, which is enough to tear people's eardrums.