Chapter 60 Chapter 60 The part that is gone forever

When I went to find the coyote in the morning, he happily led me to a winding path where he could escape the guards. The bricked cattle fence gate was his way out, and the stone and mortar were crumbling from the slightly loosened soil. There was a wide opening for it to slide out, and I could tell from the trampled snow that it used this channel a lot.We sneaked out of the walls and away from the castle, walking like shadows in the fading starlight and moonlight on the snow, and when we were safely out of the castle, the coyotes took the expedition as sniper practice.It rushed to the front and lay down to wait, jumped up to catch me with its outstretched claws or with its bite, and then ran far away in a big circle and attacked from behind me.I let it play like that, embracing the warming exercises and mindless romps.I always kept us moving, so by sunrise we were miles away from Buckkeep, in a winter deserted place.It was purely by chance that I saw that white rabbit in a patch of white snow. I originally wanted to find easier prey to let it try its skills.

why are we hereIt asked me as soon as we saw the little stone house. Come hunting.I replied briefly, and then stopped not far away, and the little wolf was bending down beside me and waiting. So, let's get started!I tell it.To see if there is any prey. Oh, what a hunt, this is it.Sniff out crumbs in human nests.it thought contemptuously. Not crumbs.go and see. It ran forward, then headed towards the stone house from another angle, and I just watched it go.We hunt together in our dreams, and I've taught it, so now I hope it can go on its own without my help at all.I was so convinced of his ability to hunt alone that I blamed myself for wasting time by asking him to prove it now.

It hid as best it could in the snow-covered bushes, and approached the stone house cautiously, its ears pricked up to keep alert, its nose sniffing constantly.familiar smell.is human.goat.Dead cold.It stood still for a moment, then took a cautious step forward.It can now learn to pre-plan and take precise steps, straighten its tail and maintain its undivided attention.mouse!It jumps up and grabs its prey, swings its head and bites hard enough to send the little creature flying, and catches it again when it comes down.mouse!It announced joyfully, then threw the prey into the air, raised its front legs and jumped, then happily caught it with its small front teeth and threw it into the air.I showed a look of pride and approval.When it had had enough, the rat was a soggy ball of broken hair, which it swallowed and jumped back to me.

A bunch of rats!It's full of rats.There are smells and traces of them all around the stone house. I figured there must be a lot of rats here.The shepherds are complaining that there are too many rats here, and they spoil the food in summer.I think they will also spend the winter here. Surprisingly fat, in this season.The little wolf jumped away after expressing his opinion.It hunted with great interest until it was hungry, and then it was my turn to go to the stone house.Snow piled up on the rickety wooden door, but I pushed it open with my shoulder.The interior of the stone house was gloomy, with snow trickling from the roof and frozen in speckled streaks on the dusty floor, with a crude fireplace and chimney with kettle hooks, and stools and wooden benches as the only furniture.There was some wood beside the fireplace, just enough for me to light a fire on the blackened stones.I kept the fire low enough to keep me warm and warm the bread and meat I was taking with me.The little wolf also came to taste the food at this time. Instead of saying that he was hungry, it would be better to share the delicious food with me, and then he leisurely explored the interior of the stone house. There are many mice!

I know.I hesitated, then forced myself to continue, you won't go hungry here. It sniffed around the corner, then suddenly raised its nose and took a few steps towards me, then stopped and stood stiffly.We stared at each other with our eyes facing each other, desolate in the darkness.You are leaving me here. Yes.There's plenty of food here, and I'll be back in a while to see if you're all right.I'm sure you'll do well here and teach yourself how to hunt.First the mice, then the bigger prey... You betrayed me.You betrayed the same wolf pack. No.We are not the same wolf pack.I let you live free, little wolf.We're too close, it's not good for each other, I told you a long time ago, I'm not going to have anything to do with you.Our lives have nothing to do with each other, and you're better off living alone, being the wolf your nature is supposed to be.

I belong to the pack of wolves by nature.It stared up at me.Can you tell me that the wolves around here are receptive to intruders encroaching on their territory and accepting me as one of them? I had to look away from it.No.There are no wolves here, and it takes several days to reach the wilderness where wolves run freely. So what do I have here? food.free.Your own life, an independent life without me. isolated.It bared its teeth at me and turned abruptly, past me in a circle towards the door.Humanity.It said it sarcastically.You're really not part of a pack of wolves, you're human.It stopped by the open door and looked at me.

People always think that they can control other people's lives without creating bonds.You think you can decide for yourself whether you want to get involved with me?My heart belongs to me, and I decide what my heart wants, but I will not trust those who push me away from the bottom of my heart, nor will I obey those who deny wolves and ties.Do you think I'm going to bite rats that come to die in this human nest and live like a rat on human garbage?No.If we are not of the same wolf pack, we are no longer siblings.I don't owe you anything, let alone obey you.I'm not going to stay here, it's up to me how I want to live my life.

Its ideas are really cunning.It's hiding something, but I can only guess.It doesn't matter what you want, little wolf, except for one thing.Don't come back to Buckkeep with me.I don't allow you to do this.You don't allow it?You don't allow it?Not allowing the wind to blow through your stone house, or not allowing the grass to grow around the house?You have power.You are not allowed. It snorted contemptuously and turned away from me, making me speak my last few words to it more firmly. "Little wolf!" I called to him in a human voice.It looked back at me in amazement, its little ears turned back to listen to my voice, and it almost bared its teeth to sneer at me, but I repelled it first.It's something I've grown accustomed to, as often as one intuitively knows to keep one's finger away from the flames.It was a power I rarely used, Burrich had used it against me before, and I hadn't always believed in its power, but it was very different from the urging I'd used in his cage.I used all my strength to make the psychological repulsion become almost physical resistance and it bounced away from me, and it took a big step back and stood in the snow with its legs open to jump, eyes full of shock.

"Go!" I yelled at it, yelling at it with human words and voices, fighting it again with every ounce of my wit.It jumped up and scrambled across the snow and fled in embarrassment, but I restrained myself from communicating with it and made sure it didn't stop.No.stop here.Resisting breaks that bond, not only detaching yourself from it, but pushing back all connections with it, cutting it cleanly, and it's best to keep it like this.And yet, as I stood staring at the trail it left behind as it vanished, I felt a cold emptiness, a tingling sense of having lost something.I've heard people talk about amputated hands or feet, and always reflexively touch that part that's gone forever.