female wolf 03

What a hive of activity at the foothills of the Santraka Mountains. Dozens of wolves live together, a big family. Although quarrels, fights, jousting and even killing each other will inevitably occur in the big family to compete for food, favor, and spouse, they are internal conflicts after all, and it is better than being alone. Besides, in the wolf pack, no wolf dares to bully Baisha. She is the favorite female wolf of the big male wolf Pik. Pik is the head wolf; the supreme emperor of the pack; she is the queen.

Measured by the aesthetic standards of wolves, Baisha was indeed beautiful. She has a wide shoulder, four long and beautiful legs, golden fur, snow-white teeth, sharp paws, a fluffy tail, and an elastic chest. Unusually, there is a white spot between the upright nose and the full forehead corner, like a silver moon, which makes her look charming.

Now, charming lost the object. In the cave, only the cold stone walls and it for company. At that time, Pik had to lick her all over with her tongue, which was still sticky with blood, every day, savagely and affectionately. All the other female wolves looked at him with jealous eyes, which made him feel happy.

I am afraid that this kind of thrilling pleasure will never be found again in this life. The only remaining pastime in life was hunting for food. To add to the fun, that time, it hunted a horse deer, instead of biting off the throat of the prey as in the past, but first bit one of the legs of the deer, watching it limp in the bushes, wailing for its life, he was not slow to chase, the whole valley stirred up the misery and fear.

Another time, it caught a yellow muntjac, and dragged it into the cave, watching the yellow muntjac in fear and despair to die.

This seems to alleviate some of the loneliness.

But over time, the cruel game also lost its fun. It reminds me of the tense scenes of wolves fighting for food at the foot of Rizhuka Mountain, and the fight to the death of large animals. The wild boar, with its sharp tusks, had to bite the wolves to death. Almost every bear blind man can slap one or two wolves' mouths askew and tear off their scalps before they die.

The bloody killing can stimulate the wolf's nerves.

What makes it especially unforgettable is attacking the yak herd. The skin of yaks is thick and the wolf's teeth are hard to bite through. The sharp, fork-like horns of the yak can pierce the belly of the wolf with a single blow. Yaks also form groups, and when they encounter wolves, male yaks will form a circle with their tails facing inward and horns facing outward in the snow, and surround the female yaks and yak cubs inside the circle. It is difficult to break through the solid wall formed by the sharp horns of the yaks.

At such times, the blood of wolves boils.

If they attacked strongly, both sides would fight to the death. Wisdom is the best strategy to get the maximum benefit with the minimum cost. Thanks to the wise big male wolf Pik, the wolf pack was divided into two teams, with Pik leading a team of strong male wolves to bury in the dry riverbed in the east corner; while he, Baisha, led women, children, and the old and weak to feint in the west road. The wolves on the west side howled to the darkness, bluffing and staring at an old male yak as if they were about to tear the circle open. The female yak whines uneasily inside the circle, and the yak cubs burrow under the belly of the female yak in panic.

The wolf was trying to create such a horrible atmosphere.

Finally, three or five young and vigorous yaks at the east end of the circle were enraged by the arrogance of the wolf team of West Road and ventured to leave their posts and run to the west end to help the war.

The eastern end of the circle was exposed to openings.

Then, it, Baisha, arched its mouth into the earth and made a whistling sound like a human baby crying. Immediately, Pik led the strong male wolves to dart from the depleted riverbed like an arrow, and the male yaks who had left their posts without any thought realized that they had been fooled and tried to rush back to remedy the situation, but it was already too late, and Pik with the male wolves had rushed into the opening like a whirlwind. Thus, a bloody slaughter started in the snow. So, with the screams of the yak cubs, a string of hot red blood dripped down on the cold white snow.

Oh, that's life.

Now, it is alone, all alone, unable to attack large herds of animals. It can only prey on grass rabbits, muntjacs, voles, and other small, defenseless animals. He can only feed on small, defenseless animals like rabbits, muntjacs, and voles. Life loses its excitement, thrill, trembling, and adventure; thus, life loses its meaning. The wolf 2 The sun was setting in the west. Baisha spent another long day in memory. Memories of the past became its only pleasure. It was time to forage for food, although it became a boring routine. She burrows out of the hole and walks in the muddy grass, the sunset pulling her lonely figure very thin and long.