I killed a Wolf once

My home is in the Zhongnan Mountains, there are many legends about wolves in the mountains. That year I was 17 years old, studying high school in Shanwai County, summer vacation home to help the family work. I met the Wolf when I was chopping wood up the mountain.

That morning, I strapped on my machete (with a short handle, a sheath and a sheath strap that fits around my waist) and went up the mountain. Home is surrounded by mountains, but to cut wood to go to the mountains, mountain people are burning firewood, cutting wood is to cut those dead trees and branches on the tree. There is less and less wood on the nearby mountains, and the more and more wood is cut away, which is the same reason that the wolves in the mountains are beaten and killed less and less and hide farther and farther.

Turn a few hills into the valley, into the chai slope, cut enough, tied with rattan and tied a double harness, also tied the machete at the waist, carrying the firewood bundle out of the valley. I had just descended from Chaipo to the bottom of the valley when the Wolf appeared.

The Wolf appeared in a very dangerous position, on the road between two mountains in the front of the valley, the Wolf's head towards me, looking at me motionless, and I was only ten meters away from it. The heavy faggot was still on my back, and when I saw the Wolf, my heart began to tremble, like a cold wind blowing inside and out. The posture of the Wolf in front of me was one of the most terrible gestures in the legend, and I knew that this disaster had escaped. I slowly squatted down to put down the bundle, and then slowly stood up, facing the Wolf, and did not move.

I got a good look at the Wolf. It was an old Wolf, thin bone like a knife, messy hair dirty yellow, it appeared that the Wolf's head was bigger and ferocious, and its eyes were narrow. The belly is hollow. An old, hungry Wolf. The hungry Wolf stands in the way, and it appears with perfect certainty, and it will not give up until it reaches its goal.

It is not eager to attack, just blocking there, silently staring at you, waiting for you to tremble, waiting for you to panic, waiting for you to collapse and go limp. Some people say, encounter this Wolf can not shake can not cry can not run away, to stand up straight, staring at it, it does not move you do not move, your momentum can overwhelm it, it will admit defeat and go away, unless it is a group of wolves. I did not dare to move, trying to remain calm, hoping that someone would enter the valley and I would be saved.

I found out this Wolf wasn't quite what they said it was. Instead of squatting, he was crouched on the ground, his front legs in a kneeling position, his head on the ground, looking at me quietly.

Also, its broomstick tail was swinging gently behind it. That's when my dog is cozying up to me. But I soon thought of another legend: wolves are more refined than people, the most able to deceive and play tricks on people. So, is it paralyzing me? You know I can't go in or out, and you're playing with me like a cat or a mouse? I was more frightened.

A few minutes later, the Wolf moved. Not to stand up and walk towards me, but to crawl, keeping the same posture, only raising your head a little, creeping towards me. Climb a few times, and return to the original state, bent down to go, still quietly looking at me.

I don't know what to do. I'm freaking out. I think it's testing my guts, driving me crazy. The legendary Wolf has many fierce tricks, and it is difficult for a person to defeat a hungry Wolf.

The Wolf seemed to see my inner panic, and moved forward again, more and more each time, and we were only a few steps apart.

Already desperate, only to fight to the death, my hand slowly moved to the back, slowly pulled out the machete in the sheath, waiting for the Wolf's last pounce.

The Wolf was crawling in front of me, but I didn't move. The closer the Wolf crawled, the lower his head bent, and he made a strange sound like a baby crying. I dare not look at its eyes, its eyes are not as terrible as the legend, its eyes are like a baby, there is no evil, even a kind of plea inside, there are tears in the flash. I blinked and felt the urge to touch it.

The Wolf closed his eyes!

It occurred to me that the Wolf was just trying to bite off my neck when I was completely paralyzed!

The hand behind my back clenched the machete.

The Wolf closed his eyes, as if waiting for my move.

This is the perfect opportunity. The Wolf didn't realize I had the machete. As long as I use all my strength to cut, it does not die and hurt, my chances are better. I want to cut its waist, the Wolf is a copper head, and lying on the ground, only cut the waist.

Just as my hand with the machete moved forward, the Wolf suddenly opened his eyes. I was stunned and hid my hands behind my back. The Wolf clearly saw the knife in my hand, and there was a change in its eyes, a kind of evil change after a shock, but it soon disappeared again, and what was more strange was that it whimpered a few times and closed its eyes again.

At that moment, I did not think about it at all, and when the Wolf closed his eyes again, I pounced and cut down the Wolf's waist as hard as I could. An accident happened, perhaps because of excessive force, the blade head fell halfway off the handle, flew far away, and fell on the Wolf's back only the handle. The Wolf gave a cry and stood up, the blow evidently failing to hurt him. What puzzled me was that the Wolf did not fight back after standing up, and did not even lift his head, shaking a few times and kneeling down on the ground. Exasperated by fear and bewilderment, I cried and jumped on the Wolf by the neck. I went crazy and pinched it with all my strength. For a long time, my roar stopped, the Wolf no longer trembled, and my body changed from hot to cold. I suddenly realized that the Wolf did not resist, not at all, until the last breath was still the same posture. I limp beside the dead Wolf, dazed. All of a sudden, I see a problem on the Wolf's back.

On the Wolf's back, a large area had shed hair, and the exposed area was black, swollen and rotten, and in the center there was a protrating black bag, just like the corns on the human body, which was swollen and rotten layer after layer around it, and it was clear that there was a foreign body inside. I retrieved my machete, cut the rotting flesh off the Wolf's back, and took out the foreign object, which was a thorn, the venomous stinger of wild acacia, black, more than two inches long.

I hugged the dead Wolf and cried. The Wolf, he wants something from me. The Wolf knows that only man can save him. The Wolf told me in his body language, in detail, that he needed help, that he was in pain, that he wanted to die. When the Wolf found out that I was trying to kill him, he gave up the fight, and suffered pain all the time.

It hurts!

I began to think about the pain of wolves and of all animals, the pain that is unbearable and helpless. Humans never seem to think about the pain of animals, hunting, slaughtering, boiling, peeling... When the Wolf in pain begged me for help, I was just thinking about all kinds of bad legends about the Wolf, just want to kill it, this is the high human nature in the living beings?

I buried the Wolf, but also in my heart buried a lifelong pain.