brother wolf

The long dry season is approaching unknowingly.

The green and compelling grass gradually withered and turned yellow, and the riverbed stopped flowing, forming lakes or ponds of various sizes. Under the dry and scorching sun, the area rapidly shrunk at a speed visible to the naked eye, and muddy swamps and puddles intersected.

Some of the grass-dwelling animals started a migration that has lasted for tens of thousands of years, and the remaining animals became increasingly impatient and food became scarcer.

Herbivores will not let go of any yellow grass leaves that still contain a trace of moisture, dry or rotten fruits, and they will eat everything that can be eaten, including tough bark and underground roots, even thorns Pass.

Small animals gradually disappeared and became difficult to hunt. My boss and I began to focus on large animals that we would not have considered before, such as wildebeests and gazelles.

This requires a lot of patience and perfect planning. We must kill the prey quickly, and then drag the prey home in the shortest time, because the large carnivores next to it are watching. If you encounter a lion group, the prey will most likely It is even more dangerous to be robbed, and to meet the old enemy jackal.

This time our target is a herd of gorals.

We carefully identified which gazelle was weaker and easier to catch.In most cases, I would not choose the small goral due to some unwarranted insistence, which made our hunting more difficult, and we could only choose the old and weak.

Hunting is often a long process.If it's a pack of wolves, you can choose to hunt, but now it's just the two of us, so we can only choose a certain target carefully and hit it with one blow.

The success rate of hunting is very important for any carnivore on the grassland, because the hot climate on the grassland consumes a lot of energy, and the physical strength of wild beasts is often not enough to maintain multiple hunting operations, so hunting failure or prey is taken away, often means death.

My boss and I lay down on the grass.

The sharp grass blades occasionally scratched the wet nose, causing a sting.

With the help of the cover of the grass, the boss quietly approached the gazelle we selected.

It didn't know that the danger was imminent, and it was gnawing on the stalks of the dry grass on the ground with a little greenness.One of its horns was missing and was twisted off during a fight with another male gazelle over a female gazelle.

For a male gazelle that loses one horn, it not only loses the beautiful female gazelle, but also faces predatory beasts.

We approached this male gazelle one after another until it finally realized that something was wrong with the surrounding atmosphere. His natural vigilance finally turned his attention from the food to the surrounding environment. He flapped his ears and began to move slowly towards the A herd of gorals approaches.

Can't wait.

Just when I decided to cull, the boss had accurately judged the timing of the attack. It jumped up suddenly, and bit the neck of the male gazelle mercilessly with its sharp teeth. There was a commotion, and they fled in all directions.

I ran over and saw the boss's sharp white teeth sinking deep into the muscles of the male gazelle. The male gazelle fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and died. The boss stood proudly on the body of the prey.

Seeing me running over, it jumped down immediately, touched me affectionately, and we started to deal with the prey, first eating at the fastest speed, and then tearing off the easy-to-carry parts of the prey.

The strong smell of blood will quickly attract other predators and scavengers.

Good luck today, only a flock of vultures came over to fight for food, but I know it won't last long.

We returned to the bush with our booty, and the little fox ran out to meet us happily. It licked me, ran over to rub the boss, and then looked helplessly at the food we dragged back.

It's a really good feeling to have a pet.

I looked at it and thought of the little dirt dog in the orphanage.

The dog was abandoned on the side of the road not long after it was born. I found it on the way to school and took it back to the orphanage. All the children loved this cute little creature with no self-protection ability. The chief proposed to vote to decide whether the puppy should stay or not. As you can imagine, the puppy became one of us. Until I left the orphanage, it was already very old, but it was still loved by all the children in the orphanage.

The little fox was very curious about the nearby baboons.

It should be said that it maintains a strong curiosity about all the creatures it has never seen before, but it is also extremely timid, always sneaking to the side of the baboon group to observe this group of neighbors it has never seen before.

Occasionally, there would be a baby baboon playing away from the group. After seeing its red figure, it would come over to find out. The two cubs looked at each other, and it was easy to generate a strange aura.

Anyway, the cub has made some new friends, and while these new friends often enjoy torturing its showy fur with its long forelimbs, and its elders, the grinning and screaming adult baboons, are pretty scary, this Nothing can stop the enthusiastic heart of the little fox.

They also occasionally groom each other's fur and remove parasites from it, a common gesture of friendship among baboons.

When I saw this scene for the first time, I felt incredible, what is this?Interspecies communication?There shouldn't be a symbiotic relationship between foxes and baboons, right?Forget it, I shook my head, since even my own kind has appeared, so what is a fox who likes to play with little baboons.

It's just that I didn't expect that this kind of playmate relationship will eventually have to pay a price.

The little fox, who is used to living with us, has not been alone for a long time, and sleeps obediently at home at night.

On the fourth night when he hooked up with the baby baboon, he slipped out without us noticing.

The jungle at night is very dangerous, and it is the hunting time for leopards. Other beasts that have not found food during the day continue to hunt without giving up.

Now I know how those parents who worry about their children feel!Worried while wishing to beat up these naughty ghosts.

Not long after the little fox ran out, I woke up vigilantly, and saw that the warm and furry little thing beside me had disappeared, so I quickly stood up and woke up the boss.

We started looking for the little fox that left home in the dangerous night.

The first destination is obviously the little fox's old home. The deserted place was occupied by a few aardvarks. Our sudden arrival scared the group of aardvarks to humming and screaming. If it was normal, I wouldn't mind taking advantage of it I want to kill tomorrow's food now, but now, I don't have this mood at all.

Turning my head and running out, I thought about it and decided to check around the baboons.

Before we got close, we heard a commotion, the baboons let out a sharp scream, hundreds of baboons woke up from their sleep, the bush exploded, and a few baboons hurried past us. hurried over.

Some baboons were attacked, and they were warning their companions to run for their lives.

I felt a shock, and an ominous feeling kept spinning in my mind.

My boss and I speeded up.

Suddenly I stopped and looked up into the woods.

Two swarthy figures stood there.