Chapter 191 Chapter 191 Give Me a Little Time

I suddenly had convulsions all over my body, and I was on the verge of an illness.Fortunately, the desire is no longer here, otherwise I don't think I can maintain my heart defense against him when I get sick. "Oh, take him away!" Regal's tone was full of disgust and disappointment. "What a waste of my day." The chair's feet grazed the ground as he walked away, and I heard his boots on the flagstones as he stepped away. Someone grabbed my skirt and pulled me up abruptly, causing me to be so painful that I couldn't even cry out. "What a stupid wretch," he growled at me. "You'd better not die. I'm not going to be whipped for the death of a man like you."

"Great threat, Verdi." Someone laughed at him. "What are you going to do with him when he's dead?" "Shut up. The skin on your back will be stripped to the bone, as will mine. Let's get him out of here and clean this place up." cell.An empty wall.They threw me on the ground with my back to the door, and it seemed so unfair for them to do that to me.I just turn over and I can see if they have water for me. No, this is too much trouble. Are you coming? I really want to, Nighteyes, but I don't know how. changer.changer!My brother, the changer. what happened?

You have been silent for a long time, are you coming over? I didn't... make a sound? That's right.I thought you were dead, and you died before you came here, and I couldn't even get in touch with you. Maybe it's sick.I didn't know it happened, but here I am, Nighteyes, here I am. Then, come over to me!Hurry up, before you die. Wait a minute, let's decide whether to do this or not. I try to think of reasons to reject it.I know there was some reason, but I can't remember.Changer, that's what it calls me.My own wolf called me that, as the Fool or Chade called me Catalyst.So be it, it's time to turn the tide for Regal.I could at least die before he crushed me, and if I had to, it would be by myself.No one will be hurt by my words, and I hope the dukes will demand to see my body.

It took me a long time to get my arms off the ground to my chest.My lips were cracked and swollen, and my whole tooth and gums were sore, but I kept the cuff close to my mouth, and then found the leaf pill inside the cloth, bit it down hard and sucked it.After a while, the smell that took me away flooded my mouth, but it was not pleasant at all, it was a pungent spicy smell.The herb in my mouth stopped the pain, and I could chew my sleeve harder while trying awkwardly to carefully avoid the porcupine quill, not wanting it to stick in my mouth. It's really hard when that happens. I know, Nighteyes.

come over to me. I'm trying, give me a little time. How does one leave one's body behind?I try to ignore it, to see myself like a night eye.Keen nose, lying next to me, trying to chew the snow that has accumulated between my toes.I taste the snow and my own paws, nibbling and licking them clean.I looked up, the night was about to fall, and soon it would be a good time to hunt, so I stood up and shook my whole body. That's right, Nighteyes encouraged me. But the line was still there, that sense of a body lying stiff and aching on the cold flagstone, and just thinking about it felt more real.A shiver ran through it, rattling its bones and teeth.It's about to get sick, and this time it's serious.

It was suddenly so easy, such an easy choice.Let the shell suffer this attack, since it is no longer of any use.Trapped in prison.There's no need to keep it, no need to be one at all. I'm here. I know, let's hunt! So we started the wolf hunt. The practice of centering the self is a breeze.Stop thinking about the things you want to do, stop thinking about the things you've done, and stop thinking about the things you've stopped thinking about.Then, you will discover the present moment, time stretches infinitely into eternity, and you will finally find time to be yourself in that place.

Life becomes pure and clear when you are just hunting, eating, and sleeping, and in the end there is nothing left to ask for.We wolves run alone and want nothing.We didn't crave venison when we saw rabbits appear, and didn't hesitate to let the ravens pick out our leftovers.We sometimes think back to another time and another way while wondering why it even mattered.We don't kill prey we can't eat, and we don't eat prey we can't kill.Dusk and early morning are the best times for hunting, and other times are suitable for sleeping.Beyond that, time doesn't mean anything.

To wolves and dogs, life is a shorter-than-human affair, if you count the days and the changing of the seasons.But in two years, the little wolf can do what it takes humans twenty years to do.It is now fully developed in energy and physique, and has learned all the ways of being a hunter, mate, and leader.The candle of its life burns shorter than that of human beings, but it is more dazzling. In ten years, it has completed what it takes five or six times as long for human beings to complete.One year of a wolf is equal to ten years of a man.When a person only lives in the present, time is never stingy to him.

So we understand night and day, hunger and satiation, and wild fun and surprises.It feels so good to grab a mouse and throw it up hard, then swallow it in one gulp.Start hunting a rabbit, chasing it as it dodges and circles, then suddenly strides forward to grab this furry snowball, snaps its neckbone, and enjoys it leisurely, after peeling its belly Sniff the warm giblets and thick loins, then chew the backbone with ease.After overeating, they fell asleep, and after waking up, they hunted again. Chasing a doe across a frozen pond, knowing that it is impossible to kill it under these conditions, yet delighted.When it was walking on the ice, we continued to surround it in a circle, and saw its hoofs struggling on the ice, and finally crawled out tiredly, unable to avoid the sharp force that bit its hamstring and throat. tooth.We ate its carcass not once, but twice.A blizzard of rain and snow came and drove us into the cave.We slept snugly with our noses to our tails as the wind whipped icy rain and snow outside the cave.Waking up in the faint morning light shimmering in a blanket of snow.Dig through the snow and climb out into the clear winter evening.The doe still has meat, frozen and bright red and sweet, to be eaten after being dug out of the snow.Is there anything more satisfying than meat waiting to be eaten by you?

come over. We stopped.No, the meat is still waiting.We continue jogging. Come here now, come here, I have meat for you to eat. We already have meat and are getting closer. Nighteye, the changer.The Heart of the Pack is calling you. We stopped and shook our bodies again, which was not at all uncomfortable, and what is the heart of the herd to us?He's not a pack of wolves, he just pushes us away.The meat was closer to us, so it was decided.We came to the pond.Here, somewhere here.Oh, dig it out of the snow.A flock of crows watched us, waiting for us to finish our meal.Nighteye, the changer.Come here, come now, before it's too late.