Chapter 19 Chapter 18 The Price of the First Hunt

Wearing the Tibetan robe my mother gave me, I bid farewell to the Tashi family who had been disturbing me for a month, packed up the tent and took Green back to the mastiff farm.As soon as I said "Emperor, Senge", Green immediately understood where he was going, and ran ahead of me excitedly, so that he could see his mastiff friend again. The emperor was the first to welcome Green. Seeing that Green had grown up a lot, the emperor cheerfully sniffed his nose, and bent down to enjoy Green's climbing and licking kisses. Wagging his tail, after all, he is a playmate who has been playing and growing up for a while.Heihu silently came over to sniff Green's aura from the outside world, made an exception and took the initiative to touch noses with Green. During the play, Senge couldn't help joining the ranks of the game.

After a month of separation, the playmates greeted Green's return by wagging their tails affectionately. At this time, Green was nearly four months old, and it was time to learn how to obtain food from nature. Feeding live animals and blindly chasing games in the wild were not enough. The female wolf would also bring back some unkilled prey for him Young wolves practice their hunting skills.Whether or not he has the ability to hunt on his own will directly determine whether Green can be released in the future.However, I have only read the records of wolves hunting from the information, and I lack practical experience. I have no idea whether I can teach Green to hunt.

Creatures that can survive on the grassland must be exquisite, such as the plateau pika.This kind of pika looks like a mouse at a glance, but has no tail. If you look closely, it looks like a gray rabbit, but with round ears.The big pika weighs eighty-nine taels, and the small one weighs one or two taels.Many people refer to pikas as mice or mice, but they are actually closer to rabbits.Pikas are one of the favorite staple foods of prairie wolves. Over the years, pikas lack natural enemies and reproduce vigorously. They are all fat and succulent. It is said that there have been two floods this year.However, pikas are alert and cunning by nature, flexible and vigilant, and generally come and go not far from the entrance of the cave, and turn their heads back to the cave when there is any movement.

I racked my brains to catch pikas, and rode the horse that Lao Xiao found for me to inspect for several days. On average, there was a pika hole within one or two meters of the pasture. Come on, come on, come on, just like the game of "whack-a-mouse", as soon as I approach him, I shrink my head, and as soon as I walk away, he will come out to eat grass as usual.After the pikas are full, they dry the grass stalks, roots and seeds that they have bitten off, and move them into the nest to prepare for the harsh winter.When the sentinel pikas find danger around them, they make shrill and short calls to inform each other.In this prairie where you get dizzy after running for hundreds of steps, without Xiao Li's flying knife skills and grass flying kung fu, it is very difficult to catch them. I plan to go back to the mastiff farm to find some suitable tools.

In the early morning of the next day, I borrowed an iron chisel from Lao Xiao, and went to the pasture with Green to look for prey.Soon I spotted a fat pika with its head out, and ran over quickly.The pika is experienced, and when I was five or six meters away from him, he turned his head and returned to the cave calmly.But I spotted the rat hole, picked up the chisel and dug it hard.Green followed excitedly. He also smelled the smell of meat in the hole. He imitated me, digging vigorously with his claws.I was afraid that the chisel would hurt him, so I would take a break when he was scratching me, and I would change jobs when he stopped.After digging for a long time, I found that the mouse hole was deep and long, and it extended in all directions.These guys are really authentic combat masters.I slumped down and stopped digging.Green still looked at me with admiration like a Protestant, and then explored the mouth of the cave, waiting for me to teach him the following.I feel a little guilty, I really "missed the son of a wolf".

The sun made the grass smoke, and there were more and more mosquitoes.I stood up and said, "Green, go back, I'll find a way to catch one for you some other day!" Green groaned in disappointment, but refused to leave, and rolled around, rolling all over his body with rat feces and mud.I frowned and ignored him, and turned back to the mastiff field.Green Sapo yelled strangely, and hugged one of my legs tightly so that I was not allowed to go!It also opened its mouth to pinch my calf like a vise, and the whole thing was not stingy.He was stubborn and I was stubborn too, let him hold one of my legs, one foot was shallow and the other was heavy, dragged me back to the mastiff field, kicked my foot, and threw him to the grass.Green turned over and shook his hair, his face full of disappointment, and he turned around and went to dig holes under my window to vent his anger, like a child who has visited the playground but didn't get a toy!

I have seen some wolves or foxes catch underground rats in documentaries. They always step on the spot first, then prick up their ears to listen carefully at the hole, and stab down at the right position until half of the body is penetrated, and the rat is swallowed. Hold it straight in its mouth, then pull out its body and chew it to eat it.Prairie wolves with good hunting skills can catch ten or twenty a day.However, I don't have the good ears of a wolf to hear the sound of the ground, and I don't have sharp mouth and sharp teeth to dig into the soil. This method cannot be learned.It would be easier to use a cage or a mousetrap, but Green couldn't learn this method.

I was getting annoyed in the field, and my sister came up with an idea: "You want to take him to catch mice (pikas)? We have a lot of fields in the back, and there are rat holes all over the ground. Sprained ankle, it's annoying, if he can catch it, I'll give him a credit!" When I heard that, I immediately smiled. On the third day, I took Green to the backyard of the old sister's mastiff field. There are really many pikas there!There are no horses or yaks to compete with them to eat grass in the closed pasture. This place has become a Garden of Eden for pikas, breeding one after another!It's a good place to show off your skills. I don't have to worry about the territorial dogs by the river making trouble here. When I came back a few days ago, those territorial dogs were still barking at Green.

Today I have plenty of time to sit on the grass and observe quietly, while Green lay on his stomach and watched my performance lazily.This guy has emotions. He was so angry that he dug a big hole under my window yesterday when he didn't catch the prey. I almost sprained my feet when I went through the window.People can't be looked down upon by wolves, and they have to catch one if they say anything today. Catching a nimble pika with bare hands is a bit of a skill.After thinking about it, I have a hunting plan.I observed a pika to see which holes he came in and out of. These holes must be connected.Confirmed, I stepped forward to block the holes I was optimistic about, leaving only one exit, then squatted above the hole, stretched out one hand and remained motionless to prepare for an ambush. The pika is very cunning, and only half exposed before going out He poked his head a few times to make sure there was no movement before he would come out completely.

Out!I plunged down with one hand and cut off the pika's escape route. The pika jumped more than a foot high. As soon as it landed, it immediately dodged to another hole. Who knew that the hole was blocked by me. Before the pika could escape again, I had already chased it. When I got to the hole, I stepped on it and shouted: "Green! Come on!" I stretched out my hand to press the hole, moved my foot, and brushed away the grass. The stunned pika got stuck on the grass stem and the hole seal. In the mud, alive!I grabbed the pika by the back of its neck with two fingers and picked it up. It was as big as a crucian carp from head to toe. Although it wasn't the fat guy I was looking for, it still made me laugh. It was caught with bare hands!

Green was even more excited. He ran over and circled around me adoringly, and snatched the fruits of victory with one bite!Now Green had an appetite, and was still pestering me, smelling me all over like a body search.I chased him away, pointing at the rat holes all over the ground like a hero: "Go by yourself." Green is such a smart guy, he just observed for a long time and realized the mystery, and followed my example to explore the entrance of the cave.He has a naturally sensitive nose, so he doesn't need to observe for a long time like me to guess for sure. He only needs to smell it to know which holes are the smell of the family.Soon, Green dug up the soil and blocked five holes, then went back to the largest hole, and stood obliquely above the hole.I pouted, thinking to myself that this guy hadn't learned yet, but I was standing right above the top of the cave, so that the pika could not see the ambush behind it when it came out of the cave.Well, it's just practice, anyway, I fulfilled my promise to catch one for him. I lit a mosquito cigarette and watched Green's performance quietly, for five minutes, ten minutes...he was still standing there motionless.At this time, I accidentally noticed the direction in which the mosquito smoke was flying. This cunning guy actually chose to lie in ambush against the wind. It seemed to be hidden, but my breath just drifted towards the entrance of the cave. No wonder what I caught was just an inexperienced pika. It was a fluke. Green started to move. He quietly raised one of his front paws, and his body seemed to be fixed there. He lowered his head and turned slightly sideways. His ears collected the sounds from the ground like radar. Stretching his neck, he couldn't see any movement on the ground. Obviously, Green had the priority to obtain information from the ground, and his ears had an absolute advantage over me in hunting.Green's movements became more subtle, because the pika also has a keen sense of hearing and smell, and Green focused on it. This was a PK of patience and strategy. The pika showed its head, and Green quickly stepped on the thin layer of soil on the top of the cave behind the pika. In an instant, the pika, which could not retreat, rushed to the other hole. Seeing that it could not enter the hole from a distance, it immediately turned sharply to the left. Dodge to the right to escape, extremely sensitive.Green followed closely behind, and didn't make it through several turns. Seeing that the pika was about to escape into another hole in the distance, Green swept his paw, and swept up a pile of dirt and grass to the right of the pika's escape. However, it ran to the left. The pika was startled by the mud grass, but couldn't see what it was, so it instinctively turned and fled, just in time to escape into Green's big mouth.In the desperate chirping of the pika, the battle was over.Green was holding the pika dangling under his mouth. This is a big guy, it should weigh seven or eight. Green raised his head to look at me, very proud. I was so excited that I danced and boasted when I saw people: "My Green caught a pika!" Watching Green eat the meat he hunted, the joy was like my child passed the key line!Although what I teach is different from Mother Wolf, as long as it works, it is the last word to eat it!The point is that the taste of victory will further stimulate Green's desire to hunt.The guy who is blue and blue, he is a natural hunter! Since catching the first pika, Green has been addicted to it. Sometimes he can catch five or six pikas a day, feed himself well, and bring back to his own mastiff farm to dig a hole and bury them.The pikas of the "four generations living under the same roof" in the old sister's backyard were in great trouble. In just four days, they were terrified by Green's food and food, and Yu Dang moved overnight. On the fifth day, no pikas were found again The trail of the rabbit is gone.The old sister was overjoyed, but Green was "unemployed". He patrolled the deserted grassland and wandered here and there, searching for "fish that slipped through the net". Within two days, old Xiao came to me excitedly, wanting Green to go to his mastiff field to catch pikas. The holes dug out by pikas in his field often caused the Tibetan mastiffs who were chasing wildly to sprain their feet. Those Tibetan mastiffs are bulky, and it is common for them to fall and break their legs.Old Xiao said that as long as Green gets rid of the rat damage for him, he will give Green the bones, heart, liver and lungs of the cow when he slaughters the cow next time.Heart, liver and lungs are the favorite of wolves, and I agreed for Green. Old Xiao put the Tibetan mastiff in his farm into a cage, and Green lived up to expectations when he entered the field. He caught two pikas and had a full meal. After licking their paws and washing their face, they went back to eat and sleep under my window.I am very happy, Green has learned this mouse-catching ability, if there is a day to return to nature, at least summer and autumn will not be hungry. After dinner, I met Lao Xiao.As soon as he saw me, he gave me a thumbs up: "This wolf is really good. It can catch mice better than cats. Now I can relax." I was a little worried and said: "Old Xiao, when I went to your place today, those Tibetan mastiffs barked so loudly, especially the golden one on the outermost one, it looked at me very fiercely!" "Oh, it's him. His name is Tyrannosaurus. Don't mess with him. He doesn't recognize his relatives. Look, he was bitten by me three months ago. I've been lying there for a month." bite marks.The sutures with twenty needles are like two centipedes crawling on the leg bones.I gasped. "Tyrannosaurus..." I repeated the name, "Is it the one who rushed out of the kitchen and bit Dolma when I first came to the mastiff farm?" "Yes, that's him. That Tyrannosaurus is the number one wild mastiff in our three farms. He's a male. No one can afford to mess with him. He won't even recognize the breeder when he gets mad. I'm the second breeder. The head A breeder is over there in Chengdu, you have seen it, remember that old grandson?" "Which old grandson?" "It's the lame old man with the rotten neck at the wolf dog training ground." I suddenly remembered, yes, there was such a person. When we were in Chengdu, Yifeng and I followed Lao Lin to the wolf dog training center to borrow a little wolf dog to pretend to be Green. At that time, we saw an old man who was a janitor.The terrible wound on the old man's neck extended to the left shoulder blade, his collarbone was deformed, and his left face was also twisted strangely under the pull of the wound.I wondered again: "How do you know I've seen him?" "Haha, what Old Lin said, he said you wouldn't even dare to look at that old man." I smiled: "It's out of politeness, who wants others to keep staring at their own wounds." Old Xiao raised his eyebrows and said, "That was bitten by the tyrannosaur. That old man Sun fed the tyrannosaurus for two years." A chill ran down my spine: "Even biting my own breeder? Why?" In my mind, the Tibetan Mastiff is the most loyal symbol. "For breeding." Old Xiao pouted, and told the story of the mastiff breeder, Old Suntou. A few years ago, Lao Suntou took a female mastiff into the house to breed with the Tyrannosaurus rex. The female mastiff was the first mating dog, and it didn't match up for a long time.The old grandson drove away for a long time to no avail, so he simply went into the house and insisted on going up to help.He buried his head down and just touched the lifeblood of the Tyrannosaurus rex, the Tyrannosaurus became furious, and bit the old grandson's neck and collarbone with one bite, overturning him, and he wouldn't let go!Old Suntou yelled for help, but all the people watching outside the window were terrified, and no one dared to enter the house to save others.The tyrannosaur flicked its head, and with a click, people were silent.Only then did the people outside react, and someone who understood picked up the high-pressure faucet that had been prepared in advance and flushed water into the house!The little female mastiff was washed aside by the water and remained silent. The tyrannosaur was so washed that he couldn't open his eyes, threw away the old grandson's head, and fiercely bit the high-pressure water jet, and the high-pressure water jet poured into his stomach one by one.Old Sun was already lying on the ground motionless, and the blood on his body was washed everywhere by the water. Someone took a bamboo pole and stabbed Old Sun, calling his name.People yelled more than ten times before the old grandson took a breath and shouted "Oh my god", he didn't know where the strength came from, he got up trembling, somersaulted and crawled towards the window, covered in blood, two Eyes staring round behind the blood and rotten flesh, I have never seen such a scary face, the blood on my body dripped down with the wet clothes, crawling all the way, a river of blood was dragged out behind me, like a ghost crawling out of the 18th floor of hell... … My spine almost froze when I heard it: "What happened next?" Lao Xiao seemed to still remember that terrifying moment: "Later, Lao Sun crawled to the window, and everyone reached in and dragged him out. When the tyrannosaur saw him, he came back to life, jumped up and bit Lao Sun's leg again, The tyrannosaurus was red-eyed, and the high-pressure water faucet couldn't hold him down. He pulled up the old Sun's leg and dragged him back. After the old Sun's number two times, he became sluggish. The people outside sprayed high-pressure water and used wood With great difficulty, the Tyrannosaurus repelled the old grandson's head and put it on the ground. He was almost out of breath. The two of them pressed the bloody wound on the old grandson's neck, and the blood sprayed out as soon as he let go. His chest The rotten meat turned like a flower, and the tyrannosaurus almost dug out his heart. Fortunately, the old grandson rescued him in time, and his life was recovered, but his leg was lame and his collarbone was broken. I don’t look like a human, so I dare not enter the mastiff farm from now on, I can only watch the gate at the wolf dog training ground outside the mastiff farm.” "He still dares to watch the gate outside the court, and he has the guts. Why doesn't he go back to recuperate?" "What guts? It's not for the sake of living. Since you're not dead, you have to earn a living. If you're useless, can you still change your job? The life of a countryman is cheap, and the owner of the mastiff will settle the matter with him." I hesitated to ask more questions, and then said, "Old Xiao, you are raising this Tyrannosaurus now, and there are still so many mastiffs in the yard, are you not afraid of accidents?" The corner of Lao Xiao's mouth twitched bitterly: "I have nothing to worry about, and my daughter-in-law has also run away, so I can earn some money for my daughter to study." I feel heavy in my heart. I rarely come into contact with the life of a mastiff worker in my daily life. In order to survive, everyone has hard-to-recite scriptures.Lao Xiao loves his daughter the most. Seeing that my computer can access the Internet wirelessly, he often asks me to teach him how to use QQ. Every time he sees his daughter in the northeast in the video, the man in his forties is crying and laughing like children.Everyone has the softest part in their hearts. Early the next morning, Lao Xiao came to me again: "I have fed all the mastiffs and locked them up. You can bring the wolves in later. I will go to the city to buy cattle now!" He winked at me, meaning Beef heart and liver belong to Green, he remembers.I nod. When he was young, Lao Xiao opened up the back room, explained a few words, and took a car with everyone to the city to go shopping.I took Green into Lao Xiao's mastiff field.Dolma also came into the arena with me to watch Green catch the mouse.We passed through the big cage containing ten Tibetan mastiffs, and the Tibetan mastiffs suddenly roared wildly, which disturbed me so much that I covered my ears and went through the cage into the backyard. As August has just arrived, the grass has withered a lot, and the dense rat holes have become more obvious.But as soon as I brought Green into the arena, the Tibetan mastiffs of Lao Xiao’s family kept barking. In addition to Green’s experience of hunting and killing two pikas last night, all the pikas seemed to have received a report. come out.Dolma was a little disappointed, and sat with me in the shade outside the kennel, playing with hay boredly, and the two chatted softly. It was close to ten o'clock, the sun was more poisonous, and Green got nothing. I checked the time and planned to take him back.Dolma and I walked in front while talking, and Green followed behind, passing through the kennel of the Guan Tibetan Mastiff. When I turned around, I couldn't see Green coming out, and I couldn't answer after calling a few times. An ominous feeling suddenly hit me.Dolma said: "Could it have gotten into the mastiff cage?" Before the words finished, Green's screams suddenly sounded. We both screamed badly and rushed back to the mastiff field. The sight in front of me scared me out of my wits. Between the two mastiff cages, the big golden mastiff Tyrannosaurus rex that had bitten Lao Xiao once bit Green's head and dragged him fiercely into his cage. The big black mastiff also stretched out its claws and mouth across the cage to grab Green's hind legs and tail, and tore it into his own cage. Green was pulled between the two big mastiffs and screamed miserably. It turned out that Green got nothing from catching mice in the morning, and he was very hungry. When he passed the mastiff cage, he happened to see that there was still a small half of dog food in the food bowl of the Tyrannosaurus rex, so he habitually stuck his head into the cage to grab food.The tyrannosaur is usually violent and violent. Seeing me bring a wolf into his territory, I hated it so much, but now Green dared to stick his head out to eat the food from his pot. It was just the right time!The tyrannosaurus rushed forward and bit Green's head in its mouth, dragging him into the cage and tearing him to pieces!Green screamed in pain, pressed his front paws against the iron cage, and frantically pushed back with his hind legs. Green raised his tail in pain, but the black Tibetan mastiff in the cage behind also took the opportunity to bite him. The tail, the two mastiffs pulled Green and pulled the river, it was like tearing the two mastiffs apart. I rushed forward crazily, yelling and hitting, and broke the black mastiff that was biting Green's tail.As soon as this side relaxed, the tyrannosaurus pulled Green into his cage. I hurriedly held Green to prevent him from being dragged in. This pulled Green even more painful, and the fragile wolf's neck was almost twisted. He screamed hoarsely Arise, like a child caught in a blender and about to be devoured!Suddenly, Green tried his best to bite the side of the tyrannosaur's neck, and he would not let it go!I was so anxious, my courage soared, I reached into the cage with one hand, beat the head of the Tyrannosaurus vigorously, and screamed: "Let go! Let go!" The tyrannosaurus remained unmoved, and kept threatening "woooooooo" in its throat, without relaxing its mouth at all. At this time, even the owner could hardly let him let go.Dolma found an iron plate from nowhere, and she beat the cage with the iron plate to distract the Tyrannosaurus, but it was in vain!The giant claws of the black mastiff behind me rested on my shoulder, and the roaring breath was on the back of my neck. If there was no cage between me, my head would have been bitten by him, and the chill was freezing my whole body like ice. spine.The barking of the Tibetan mastiff in the kennel kept coming and going, and Green’s screaming surpassed the wild and dull barking, which became more miserable, and the sound was like a knife piercing my heart! do my best!I don't care how fast and ruthless the Tyrannosaurus's mouth is, I stretched my whole right arm into the cage and grabbed the hair behind the ears and neck of the Tyrannosaurus, and grabbed it in front of me with all my strength.My hand was exposed in front of the tyrannosaurus' mouth, and the tyrannosaurus could bite off my arm at any time, but I refused to let go. I hugged the head of the tyrannosaurus desperately, and pulled it to the iron cage column with all my strength!The tyrannosaurus stared at me with eyes as red as coals, and I could feel the suffocating murderous aura, but the tyrannosaurus refused to let go of Green to bite me, because the hatred for wolves is far more than that for me. People's hatred comes deeper! I pressed my feet against the cage and exerted explosive force, and finally the Tyrannosaurus rex biting Green's big mouth was firmly stuck between the two iron cage posts, so that he could no longer drag Green into the cage.Dolma rushed over and blocked the black mastiff behind me with an iron plate.I was a bit more determined, but the Tibetan mastiff is a life-and-death battle. Once bitten, it will bite to the death. There is no possibility of letting go. Looking at the bloodthirsty eyes of the Tyrannosaurus, my heart is broken, and my heart is swaying. "Son Hold on," he grabbed the tyrannosaur's scalp, pinched his ears, and pushed his giant mouth into the middle of the iron cage column. With the help of the rigidity of the cage column, the tyrannosaur's bite force was reduced, and finally the mastiff's mouth was stuck out. With a gap, Green was pulled out of the Tyrannosaurus rex's mouth abruptly like a tiger's tooth being pulled out!The sound of muscle breaking, fur tearing, and Green's painful hissing were distinct, heart-piercing, and heart-wrenching. As soon as I grabbed Green, I suddenly withdrew my right hand, avoiding the tyrannosaurus and took a big bite. His cold nose brushed against my wrist, and my fingertips touched his fangs. Dangerous!My hand is still there!I hugged Green, who was trembling and howling in his arms, blood spurted from Green's mouth and face.The Tyrannosaurus rex gasped, spat out a mouthful of wolf fur, and roared at us with lingering hatred. I looked at Green urgently, his teeth were clenched, his head was bloody and his right eye was blocked. After the blood was stained, I quickly ran back to the room to look for medicine with Green in my arms. Dolma and I carefully inspected Green's wound. There were three deep tooth holes on the left side of the face, one of which was bitten through the mouth. My ears are fine.After coming to the grassland for just over a month, I have narrowly escaped several times, which makes people feel even more afraid!I suddenly smelled a bad smell, and Green, who had been to hell, was so frightened that he became incontinent.It's hard for him to fight against two giant mastiffs when he was less than four months old. While trembling, I applied medicine to Green, and at the same time tried to calm down and joked with Green about "survival after disaster": "Little stinky wolf, you are really lucky, you didn't bite the vital part, it's okay, it's cool for the wolf to have some scars on its face." , Fortunately, you haven't been bitten into a one-eyed wolf or an ear...Smelly guy, you have to be good when I give you medicine, if you don't cooperate, I will press your face!" Green's wolf face gradually swelled up, he never He had never experienced such a painful experience. When applying the medicine, the cotton swab stuck into the wound and he struggled, the pain made his eyeballs almost pop out.No amount of comfort from me could stop the pain. In order to facilitate the administration of medicine, Dolma and I took a long time to tie up Green and keep him calm.Only then did I discover that there was a bigger blood hole on the back of his face near his neck, and when he touched it a little, he purred and burst into blood bubbles. The flesh on the wolf's face and neck was torn, and the tendons burst open. The thick hair on the side of the face can only be seen.Parting Green's lips and kissing him again, half of his lower left canine tooth was also broken, and the remaining half of the stump was bleeding out, staining his tongue red, and the whole mouth was full of blood bubbles, oozing out from every gap between teeth.I just let go of my heart and started to writhe again. I quickly dipped a cotton swab into the medicine powder and tried to persuade Green's mouth. Instead, he clenched his teeth even more tightly, and more blood flowed from the gap between his teeth. "Green is good, open your mouth and be obedient..." It didn't work.I simply knelt beside Green's head, clamped the wolf's head between my knees, grasped the upper jaw with one hand, squeezed the lower jaw with the other, and tried hard... Finally, a gap was opened. There seemed to be something in the wolf's mouth. mouth!Break it apart a little more!I asked Zhuoma to quickly stuff a dry stick bone between the wolf teeth to resist, my arm was completely limp and limp.After gathering his concentration, he carefully grabbed something that looked like a bloodshot hairball between Green's fangs, and slowly pulled it out... more hairballs were pulled out... golden hair!Skin!flesh! I was startled and understood where Green's tooth was broken.This guy is going to tear off a piece of his opponent's flesh even if he dies!This is the wolf, blood and fierceness that I can touch with my own hands! After treating Green, I let him play in the middle of the afternoon. He became more honest and lay curled up outside my window. He stopped fighting with the Tibetan mastiffs and was very silent.Instead, these few Tibetan mastiffs who grew up together came to him one by one to sniff his wounds, touch him gently, Fengxue licked his wounds, and the emperor walked up to him to comfort him. However, Green, who was seriously injured, was as strong as ever, grabbing meat and protecting food was still full of wolfishness, swallowing big mouthfuls of meat and his own blood into the wolf's belly. I saw it in my eyes, and I was entangled in my heart: Spike teeth are the symbol and pride of wolves. Will broken teeth affect chewing and biting?Will it affect Green's psychology?Will such a wolf mastiff battle happen again?Is it right or wrong for me to bring Green to the mastiff farm?Why is every step cautious but still dangerous?Why can't the growth process of the wolf be as smooth as that of the dog? Yes, dogs don’t need to be free, and many things can be exchanged for sacrificing freedom, but we are willing to sacrifice everything for freedom.Self-reliance and risk are the inevitable price of pursuing freedom!If one day the price is Green's life, am I still willing to let him go this way?