Chapter 27 Chapter 26 Wolf Mountain, Wolf Cave, and Wolf Crossing Beach

I woke up from the cold.The first ray of sunlight piercing through my tent in the morning did not warm me at all.The white expanse outside the tent is surprisingly bright. Is it snowing?I opened the tent and took a look, ah!The entire uninhabited land was covered with a layer of plain white frost, like a bride's veil.The rolling hills are like churches decorated with holy lilies and jasmine.The silver frost covered the zokor mounds, which looked like countless white deer lying quietly in the wilderness, and the grass stems and dead branches that had been clung to by the frost became wonderful deer antlers.The dark hell last night turned into the purest heaven overnight!I tiptoed onto the most beautiful carpet in the world, and I was the only one who stepped into this quiet paradise, oh, and Green, that happy little wolf, as if the heavy frost had purified his night of sorrow and joy Resentment brought him back to the happy days of childhood.I took out a thick Tibetan robe from my backpack and wrapped it around. Only in this way can I feel that I am a prairie man, so as not to destroy the beauty of heaven given by the prairie. Any dazzling camping attire is a kind of abruptness.I accepted the howling cold wind eroding my face, and I was grateful for the dreamlike scenery that brought me back to the source of life.Like all herdsmen, I would like to take root in the depths of the grassland and listen to the endless heartbeat and pulse of the grassland!

Green's mouth was wide open, and he rushed on the frost field like a drunk, as if his heart was about to jump out of his body, and his pink tongue hung happily on his chest.As soon as I pointed the camera at Green, he found me, calling affectionately, and ran towards me with love like the wind blowing across the prairie. The frost flowers along the way turned into misty white smoke behind him .He jumped into my arms and threw me to the ground. He licked my cheek with forgetfulness and bit my fingers frantically, as if he wanted to pass all the passion and attachment in his chest to me!Love blooms like a flower all over the ground!After experiencing so many things, Green can still maintain a pure childlike innocence. May he be happy and worry-free forever!

When the sun rises above the horizon, the dreamlike white fairyland in the morning becomes a faint memory.I have been fooling around all morning, and now Green is quietly lying beside me watching me tidy up. In fact, I really don’t want to disassemble and assemble the tent every day, but I checked in the morning and there is no one around, and the pasture here is also eaten by cattle and sheep. Only grass stubble and some unedible leftovers remained.The plan that I thought I could be stable for a few days has now come to nothing.The herdsmen here have already moved to the winter pastures. I remembered that Duoji told me to hurry up, but I guess I might not be able to find someone if I came a day or two earlier.I wanted to take a look at the opposite hillside. After all, the hillside looked farther, and maybe I could see which tents that hadn't been moved were still there.I really don't want to go back, so it's better to carry the tent on my back and go.

On weekdays when I put away the tent, Green always likes to come up to me and make trouble, but today he lay on his stomach very quietly, with his head on his front paws and thoughtful.When I was busy by the tent, he turned his head to the right to look at me. When I went to fetch water from the river, he turned his head to the left to look at me. The tip of the wolf’s nose was faithfully and accurately pointing in my direction like a compass, never letting me leave. his sight.Ever since he was bitten by a dog and saw the trap of a wolf, he had this expression from time to time.He understood that he needed a partner, that he was like a single eye that needed the help of the other to see what was going on, and so did I.

Finally tidying up, I took the medicine bottle and walked up to Green to check his wound again.As soon as one of the paws was opened, Green struggled violently and pulled the paw out. I thought I hurt him, but Green ran and rushed towards the foothills on the left!A shadow quickly flashed across the mountain ridge and disappeared behind the mountain. A bush trembled irregularly on the windless ridge—it seemed to be a wolf just now, and the feeling of being followed and watched for several days was confirmed.Once I knew it was a wolf, I had no fear.I know that a lone wolf will not attack people easily.I have only one thought - chase!

I picked up my backpack and climbed towards the mountain ridge in the direction Green was running.This mountain is not as high as it was when we came here, and there is not much snow on the mountain.Two hours later, I climbed up the ridge with great difficulty and looked behind the mountain. I was stunned by the scenery in front of me! The grassland has never ceased to amaze me, but such a magnificent sight still leaves me dumbfounded: a thick glacier stretching nearly 100 meters wide breaks out from the middle of the arc-shaped mountain range.It is not the kind of river lying flat on the ground that we usually see, but an ice waterfall formed by layers of ice and snow seeping out from the mountains day after day.In this valley, the sun seldom melts the ice and snow, and this quiet ice waterfall accumulates into a raised river in a flowing posture, like a huge black dragon sleeping among the mountains surrounded by golden grass, its extended tail is covered by fog wrapped.The smell of melting frost permeates the bend formed by the curved mountains, which makes people feel like they are in the clouds.After a while, the sun's boundless brilliance spread out, the mist gradually dissipated, and the air was miraculously clear like a diamond soaked in a solution.

Green has already slid to the hilltop opposite the glacier with a cat-like ghostly pace and looked at me. This kid runs really fast enough. This distance is enough for me to climb for an hour with my backpack on my back.I admired the magnificent landscape of the glacier, and walked and stopped around the glacier and along the ridge.Green patrols the mountain back and forth non-stop. When I finally walked the ridge out of breath, the sun was already high.Green jumped in and out of a bush on the mountainside excitedly, as if he had discovered something.I carefully slid down the mountainside on a steep slope of about forty-five degrees, and watched close to the bushes.

In front of Green, in the semi-enclosed bushes, there was a hollow. The snow that had not yet been exposed to the sun blocked most of the opening and was melting with difficulty. There were no traces of animal disturbance on the snow. Green moved his big head up to lick my cheek excitedly, turned his head and pouted his buttocks, and cocked his tail to paw at the residual snow at the entrance of the cave, as if he wanted to clear a way into the cave.Is there something in the hole?I waited quietly, and Green was digging into the snow with obsession. He got half of his body into the snow, digging holes in the snow desperately, and the snow flakes flew everywhere.After digging for a while, Green withdrew to take a rest and looked at me to catch my breath. His eyes were full of excitement, which was completely different from his expression of digging and catching prey!He hugged the snow at the entrance of the cave with his front paws and pulled it down the mountain, as if he felt that the snow piled behind him was too obstructive to hinder his project.He got into the hole again, digging more and more happily, more and more crazy, until finally he couldn't stop!The snow is very soft, it should have been blown in by the mountain wind and accumulated here. The more the hole is dug, the bigger I am, the more I am surprised - this is the wolf hole!I immediately joined Green's action and helped him to throw the snow dug out behind him down the mountain!

After a while, I was stunned—the hole that was cleared was big enough for a small leopard to enter, and the sand platform pushed out of the hole was as big as a double bed. Tightened and narrowed, the cave is deep and solid, overflowing with a faint earthy smell moistened by snow water, protruding under the roots of the bushes in the cave, with old cobwebs knotted like a door curtain.A piece of Longda that floated in at unknown time and place: Tibetan, a two-inch square piece of paper, Tibetan "Salongda" prays for safety and well-being.The piece of paper quietly rests on the spider web in the hole, telling me that no owner has entered or left this hole for a long time.On the side of the cave entrance, there are some wolf droppings that were pushed aside and covered up with sand. On this high mountain with solid frozen soil, this is a big wolf cave that will take many years to dig.

Green rolled out the last pile of snow, screamed for joy, and plunged into the hole. Soon he screamed and struggled as if something grabbed him. , hindering his way into the cave.Green backed out angrily, curled up resentfully, chased and bit his tail, and I hurriedly helped him untie his braid.At this moment, Green was so anxious and irritable that he seemed to dig out his heart. He suddenly turned his head, bit his tail and pulled it hard. I screamed, and the three braids immediately burst into blood, and they were torn from the root of his tail violently. The wolf's tail that had been up for several days finally hung down!Before I recovered from the shock, Green couldn't wait to get into the hole again!He couldn't wait for a moment, and there was only a straight and quivering wolf's tail left in the cave, and soon, that tail also disappeared into the darkness, and there was no movement.

I sat blankly at the entrance of the cave, what made Green so excited and impatient, could this be his former home?I recalled every detail that Dorje told me, and recalled the distance from the wolf cave to Nanka’s Abba Ranch, the more I thought about it, the more I thought about it, until I almost confirmed my guess.I was shocked by this speculation. I always thought that Green, like all human children, had a vague memory of his childhood, and he hadn't opened his eyes at that time.However, the wolf's sense of smell and hearing wakes up much earlier than sight, and the cub can tell whether the mother is returning to the nest or a natural enemy is attacking before opening his eyes, and knows whether he should meet begging or hide properly.When I first saw Little Wolf, he was also instinctively alert and pretended to be dead amidst all the breaths and sounds that made him uneasy. It can be seen how keen his perception of smells and sounds is, and he didn't turn to me until he heard my call. I rushed forward and remembered my taste ever since.Then it's not surprising that he was able to find his lost homeland following the smell he was once familiar with. I don't know how deep the hole is, and Green is still in the hole without making a sound. In order to confirm this conjecture, I used the voice of a female wolf calling her cubs that I hadn't used for a long time to lie down on the cave and call: "Woo... woo... woo..." Suddenly there was a commotion in the cave, and Green shot out of the hole like an arrow. , His movements were faster than expected, and the two wolf eyes emitted an incomparably brilliant light, the kind of light I only saw when I reunited with him after returning from illness, but at this moment, the wolf eyes were even more blazing, as if for him at this moment. After waiting for centuries, he excitedly pricked up his ears to chase the source of the she-wolf's voice. Every mane of his mane trembled with excitement. However, Green immediately discovered that it was me who was calling!Immediately, the hairs on his neck and shoulders stood on end, and the feeling of being teased made the wolf's eyes fire!An uncontrollable rage and despair surged through his body, he may not have realized that he was roaring, but the extremely ferocious and violent roaring sound resounded through the valley, a raging life was like a hurricane, carrying all-destroying rage towards me , Roaring and roaring towards the valley, towards the grassland stretching hundreds of miles in front of the mountain, towards the broken homeland!The roar crossed the glacier, as if it would wake up the sleeping ice dragon in the mountains!This was the only time he roared at me like he lost his mind... Immediately afterwards, the howling sound changed from a roar to a howl. The wolf cave howled loudly.He closed his eyes, and let the crying sound echo in the valley for a long time...crying until his heart was broken...crying until he was hoarse... Green was finally exhausted, Wolf Kiss trembled and could no longer make a sound, and fell down as if he had lost all his spiritual support. The fire in the wolf's eyes was extinguished, and the dew-like eyes were covered with a layer of gray, and the tears were like a tide Looking up, the sad and disappointed eyes made my heart angina extremely painful.He is like an orphan who was displaced during the war, returning to his hometown to look for his lost relatives after he became sensible.But where is the home?Where are your loved ones? I deeply regretted that the few calls I made in front of the desolate and abandoned wolf cave at this moment were so cruel.He was still an underage half-cub, and to him, neither the call of the wild nor the call of man could match the call of his mother. The wolf came back, but his real mother would never call him again. Green lay limply in front of the wolf cave, motionless, eyes glazed over, and I was also sitting on the platform in front of the cave, speechless, not knowing how to comfort this orphan in the wolf world... I gave up the idea of ​​looking for Nanka's father again. Green was already reluctant to leave the mountains where his former home was. For him, home was found, even though there was no wolf.Finding Green's loved ones is more important to me than finding anyone else.I decided to stay with him and camp on the opposite side of the col, and accompany him up the mountain to inspect and hunt every day, or sit in front of the wolf cave and meditate.Green seems to regard this place as his territory, patrolling around every day, leaving urine marks next to some bushes.But he is still peeing with his hind legs bent, unlike the big male wolf who raises his hind legs to make a mark, maybe when he is a little older. In order to drink water, I often go down the mountain with a small canvas bucket to the edge of the Dahe Bend. After drinking the water, Green often stands by the river and stares at his mature shadow in a daze.And whenever the sun sets, we watch the dusk quietly by the river.I can sit here, watch the river gurgling by, and feel that I am integrated into it. I can think about nothing, or I can think about everything... Is this the freedom that people yearn for?Some people say that taking the word "blind" apart means eyes and death. The eyes are dead, so you can't see. If you want to take apart the word "busy" in this way, is it because you are dead?But right now people are busy, seeking fame and profit, but rarely stop to listen to freedom.I don't dare to think that if people's hearts are dead, what's the point of running around?The wise ancients embedded many philosophies and secrets in the text, waiting for us to decipher. From dusk to night, I was with Green in this way.Green, who likes to lower his head and sniff the ground, suddenly discovered a new continent - in a wide river bend, the water flow is relatively slow, and a bright moon is reflected on the water surface, clear and bright.Green was shaken all over, and stared at the moon in the water as if by magic, staring at the moon in the water, and the wolf's eyes shone strangely.That expression was like his surprise and fascination when he saw the fire for the first time, even a thousand times more obsessed than that.He stared intently at the moon shadow in the river, walked over like a sleepwalker, stepped into the water just a few steps away, the ice water startled Green in his dream, he quickly raised his paws to shake the water drops and stepped back a few steps, Still staring at Moon Shadow in a daze.The moon in the water writhed irregularly with the waves, sometimes shattered into thousands of broken diamonds, and sometimes gathered into a glistening mass, splitting and reuniting, grotesque. The night wind was blowing and the shadow of the moon was chaotic. Green looked extremely anxious and dared not go into the water. He hurried up the river, fearing that the light and shadow would disappear.He tilted his head to look at the river, and his footsteps were hurried, but no matter whether he ran fast or slow, the moon in the water was always in front of him, and he could not catch up or approach him.When he ran to the fast-flowing part of the river and saw the moon shadow fragmented, he would stamp his feet impatiently by the river.When he ran to a section of the river where the water flow was calmer and the moon shadow returned to full strength, he would slow down and wander around the river, sometimes sniffing the water surface, and sometimes opening his mouth to let out a few "woo-woo" swallows. Green finally found a calm river, and the jade-like full moon lay quietly in the water. "O-O-O-O-O--" Green felt a burst of primitive impulse, he howled drunkenly, and pointed the tip of his nose comfortably to the sky.Suddenly his howling stopped abruptly, and he found that the moon he was chasing was also in the sky.He looked at the sky in amazement, then at the water, then at the sky, then at the water.He stretched out his paws to touch the surface of the water, and the light and shadows were confused; he stood up and jumped a few times into the air, the moon in the sky could not be touched or broken, which one is the real essence?Green was confused, and sat on the edge of the water to look around, thoughtful.This is the first time he has taken the moon so seriously. Under the moonlight, every drop of dew hanging on the tip of the grass reflects the moonlight, and the pieces of crystal light up the sky with the grass.A gust of moist wind blows by, as if you can hear the dripping sound of Linglong Dingdong.Green's figure sat upright, his outline was clearly outlined by the moonlight, and the wolf's mane trembled by his side like silver needles.Moonlight, flowing water, wolf songs... the original romance that has never changed since ancient times.Is there really some mysterious connection between the wolf and his obsessed moon? Green was still singing intoxicated, and I was still immersed in the daydreams and words wandering at will. Looking at the shadow of the wolf on the moon, my spirit suddenly lifted: the beautiful silhouette of a wolf sitting beside the water and the moon, the silhouette of a wolf flying in the night wind The silver wolf mane and the thick wolf tail trailing behind remind me of a word: "Dragon"!A true depiction of a howling wolf "standing" beside the "moon".The "Liyue" on the left understands, and the pictogram on the right - the pointed-eared wolf head looking up, the flying wolf mane, and the dragging wolf tail.Is this another secret hidden in the words of the ancients?How did the original word "dragon" come from? Are "dragon" and "wolf" related in ancient cultural changes? The days drifted by like a dream, and I gradually discovered the excellent location of Wolf Mountain.This is the tallest mountain in the nearby mountains. It is connected with the mountain I climbed when I came to Abba Ranch in South Carolina. The endless stretch of mountains can be used as the territory of wolves.There is no fence on the mountain, and a solemn prayer flag on the top of the mountain shows that this is the sacred mountain in the minds of Tibetans. In addition to seeing a monk piously climbed to the top of the mountain and built a small stone tablet engraved with mantras under the prayer flags, I never saw anyone else come.People are full of reverence for this sacred mountain, and it is this religious belief that leaves the wolf with the last territory. Standing on the top of Wolf Mountain, you can have a panoramic view of hundreds of kilometers of vast pastures, where cattle and sheep graze leisurely on the golden winter pastures.In front of the mountain is a shoal, covered with a thin layer of snow and ice. A dozen or so whooper swans who came early to winter in the snow sometimes arrange their white wings, and sometimes bury their graceful necks under the wings to rest.The light swan is not worried about Green's disturbance in the thin ice, and Green never wades to offend these snow fairies. The natural relationship is so harmonious and wonderful.When the sleeping ice dragon in the mountain depression quietly melts in the spring in the coming year, the snow water will turn this shoal into a wetland with lush water and grass. Every time you see Green meandering across the shoal with thin ice and dark knots, reflecting the swans flying across in the distance , I feel as beautiful as a fantasy dance.I call this large shoal wetland "Langdu Beach". There are countless marmot holes and hare holes on the mountainside along the Langdu Beach.If there are marmots and hares in these holes, it will be enough for the wolf family to enjoy.With abundant prey and nearby water sources, this is the most ideal place for wolves to den.But I have always been puzzled. There are so many marmots near Wolf Mountain that are delicious for wolves in spring. Why did Green’s father ignore the delicious food in front of him and travel long distances to the other side of the mountain to sacrifice his life at the critical moment of the wolf’s wife and child? What about taking risks? Reality soon told me the answer... One morning, when I followed Green to patrol the mountain along the ridge at the outer edge of Langdu Beach, he suddenly sniffed the ground and ran to a marmot watchtower to dig soil.The marmot hole was tightly filled with new soil, which is an obvious human trace, exactly the same as what the poachers did a few days ago. Looking at the frost on the new soil, it should be the hands and feet of last night.I was afraid that there would be residual poisonous gas in it, so I quickly pushed Green away, held my nose and carefully pushed away the stones in the pressure hole, cleared away the floating soil and looked into the hole: every burrow of a marmot is a drop hole, a hole that falls almost vertically The road was designed to escape quickly, and at this moment a dusty head inlaid with four upper and lower front teeth was exposed in the shadow of the floating soil at the entrance of the cave, but there was no sound, and an unpleasant smell remained in the cave .I got down on my stomach and tried my best to reach in and feel for it, grabbing those front teeth and dragging them hard.A chubby gray-brown marmot was dragged out by me, lying lifeless at the entrance of the hole, with a bulging belly, a female, weighing about ten catties.Under normal circumstances, the male and female marmots live separately. If it is a female marmot, there should be young marmots in the hole. When I looked inside, the hole was too deep for me to reach.After sniffing and inspecting, Green slipped into the hole around my obstruction, and dragged out a small marmot after a while.Green took a deep breath and dived into the hole like diving. This guy actually knows how to hold his breath? ! After a while, two little marmots were also placed at the entrance of the cave, weighing seven or eight catties, they should be the little ones born last year.The little marmot closed its eyes tightly, and lay its paws curled up next to its mother. A family of three, the body was already stiff but still maintained the posture of digging outwards, and there were eggs under the covered nest.I can't help but think of the scene in the movie "Schindler's List". This method of poison gas is really trouble-free and efficient.I looked up and saw that more than a dozen otter caves on the mountainside had suffered the same catastrophe. With such efficient hunting, how could there be any marmots left in the coming year? Annoyed, I ran up the mountainside, destroying the blocked holes along the way, while Green went into the hole to dig out the otters, and I opened all the holes in one go.Suddenly, Green screamed, oh no, is there still a wolf trap? !I hurried over, and Green was desperately trying to get out of a hole, and he had a big male marmot tightly biting on his nose, and Green was jumping and jumping in pain.I quickly grabbed the marmot's head and forcefully opened his clenched teeth. Green was finally freed. His wolf kiss was bleeding, and he was writhing on the ground in pain, his wolf paw holding his nose and screaming again and again.The marmot didn't struggle in my hands, I let him go carefully, the marmot crawled limply for two steps and then stopped moving, the last bit of light gradually faded from the rabbit-like eyes. Maybe this hole was the last to be poisoned by poachers, or maybe there was not enough medicine left, but this majestic male marmot stubbornly persisted until dawn in the hole full of poisonous gas.When the hole was opened and Green entered the hole defenselessly, the marmot rallied the last bit of strength in his life to give the intruder a brutal bite. He vowed to defend his homeland to the death.I sighed and picked up this heroic male marmot. I will not resent him because he hurt Green, and I will not abandon my respect for them because the marmot is the prey of wolves—every tenacious life deserves There is something to admire about him. I comforted Green, who had calmed down slightly, and checked his nose.I guess the poachers will come back soon to collect the hunted. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. I quickly gathered the six marmots that Green dragged out, untied a shoelace, and tied them in a string through the clenched teeth of all the marmots and carried them on my back. On the way, quickly evacuate to Langdu Beach.As long as it enters the soft mud and thin ice wetland, the poacher's car will never dare to go deep. I didn't dare to stay for a moment, and ran back to the col where I camped in one breath. It was a hidden place, and unless I crossed Langdu Beach, I would never see my camp.No one will come here, so I can safely and boldly leave the tent and heavy burden behind, and accompany Green to patrol the territory with light clothes.But today’s camp seems a little different. At first, I just felt a little strange—I found that the solar panels used for charging were pulled over, but I thought it was the wind and didn’t pay much attention, because the excitement of running away had not subsided. I sat down to drink water to rest, took off my saber and began to dissect the marmot.Green kept licking his bleeding nose, and was not in a hurry to grab the marmot. He remembered the unusual smell after the last meeting.I peeled off the skin of the marmot, took out the lungs and intestines, and gathered together to dig and bury these potentially poisonous parts. The remaining meat and heart and liver can be left for Green to eat, which can be regarded as returning to nature. Cleaned up a woodchuck and I threw it at Green right away, but he seemed distracted, looking around and taking a deep breath with his nose up, I thought it was either his nose hurt or the woodchuck stinks.Marmot meat is really stinky, especially the internal organs and the glands under the arms.When I was looking for a bag of waste from my backpack, and by the way, I was looking for Baiyao to wipe the wound on Green's nose, I suddenly found that something was wrong in the camp - my backpack was torn open, and all the air-dried meat that was reserved for spares was gone. It disappeared, and there was not much dry food left, leaving only some residues scattered in the bag. The bite marks on the backpack were similar to those of Green.There have been wolves!With my knowledge of animal behavior and my experience of living alone in the grasslands for months, it felt like the wolf that was stalking me was still around.I kept my face and didn't look up, since everyone is curious, let's get to know each other.I reached for the camera in a breathless manner, put it in my backpack and opened the lens cover, ready to take it out to take pictures at any time, then slowly sat down and squinted at Green’s expression, he is my most accurate intelligence agent, this time I want to Catch one right away! Green focused his eyes on the direction of the setting sun on the opposite mountain.Bearing locked!I quickly took out my camera and took continuous shots towards the mountain!The wolf shadow flashed and disappeared as usual. I played back the pictures, zoomed in and searched...here it is!it's him!The image of a big ghostly wolf has clearly been frozen in the frame.I was so ecstatic that I screamed "Yeah", and jumped up and down!Got you, big bad wolf!I danced and hugged Green and spun several times!Wild wolf, wild wolf, I was looking for you all over the grassland, but you came to my door. It is really a blessing from the wolf soul. I seem to see the hope of sending Green "home".It seems that it is right to lead the wolf to find the wolf.Since bidding farewell to Duoji and taking Green over the mountains, the wild wolf must have been following Green, a "wolf is not a wolf, a dog is not a dog" along the way, who violated common sense and is close to people. This wolf partner puzzled the wild wolf.At first he might have been hostile to the intruders who had stepped into his territory, but as he became aware of Green's similar scent and observed me, his hostility slowly waned.After all, Green is not yet old enough to compete for territory and belongs to a half-sized wolf. Green's urine will clearly tell him this information.Wolves love cubs by nature, and once hostility is eliminated, curiosity and confusion remain.I remembered that on the day when the wolf was released from the trap, it might be him who was staring at me from the foot of the mountain. The wolf, the top predator that used to dominate the wilderness, is cautious in front of people.He is afraid of people, because people are a wolf's worst nightmare. After some excitement, Green tentatively sniffed the marmot, and looked at me suspiciously.I nodded and he started munching immediately.As long as what I give him must be safe, he has absolute trust in me. I dissected five more marmots in a row, and I was so tired that I couldn't straighten my waist.The sun is slanting, the mountain wind is getting colder, and the arc-shaped horizon extends very, very long.The wolf's curious stalking eyes were faintly visible again. How could the strong marmot smell be a powerful temptation to him?He even dared to spy on my camp, and he seemed very hungry.I smiled knowingly, left a cleaned up big marmot and threw it dozens of meters away from the camp. After thinking about it, I took out a piece of white rabbit toffee and put it next to the marmot as a gift. It was my first aid to prevent hypoglycemia. , is also Green's favorite snack, this big wolf should have never tasted the taste of toffee. At night, Green's long-standing song to the moon finally responded: a howl suddenly came from a distant mountain ridge, ethereal and sweet, passing through countless haze and distance, and the dragging echo floated in the valley.Green's excited voice was even more pitched and lingering, full of boundless longing and joy, as if this precious answer had injected new hope into his life. I sat by the tent and turned off all the lights and listened quietly. Their voices echoed in my ears through the wilderness. That was the most beautiful music... There are still four marmots left, and I can give Green one a day, and I can live a few days of leisure.But the wolf's rations were available, but mine was gone.Standing on the top of the mountain and looking, there is a road not far from the opposite side of Dahewan. I can see the nearest family between the river and the road. Their yaks are also scattered by the river. I need to find them to buy some food. . Going around a bridge far away to the opposite side of the big river bend, Green followed me on the snow with light slides like break dancing, and he rarely walked into inhabited places.He bypassed the yak herd far away, and Green, who was full of marmots, had no intention of making an enemy of the yaks, but he suddenly found two fat hares. When Green saw the rabbits, his natural hunting instinct was uncontrollable, and he immediately chased them.But after chasing more than ten times, they came back empty-handed. Two rabbits showed their heads one after another from each hole, molesting the inexperienced Greene, who was confused. Nursery rhyme: "Be good, little rabbit, open the door..." What made me most happy was that Green had the interest and confidence to catch rabbits again, and this time he didn't bark half a sound. It seems that I took him away from the mastiff field That's right. Ren Gelin dealt with wild rabbits, and I left him to find food at the herdsmen's house.The family is very friendly. I bought a lot of tsampa, oil cakes, blood sausage, a leg of lamb, a few pieces of air-dried meat, a small half-pack of salt, and a rare Chinese cabbage.I couldn't be happier to think of roast lamb with vegetable wraps for dinner. I picked up a lot of dried cow dung along the road and cut some dead branches of Salix salix.At night, a small bonfire is raised in the camp, surrounded by smashed ice cubes. The melted ice cubes will form a moist water circle, which can prevent the fire from spreading.While roasting the mutton, I hung the socks I washed yesterday by the river by the fire to bake.Speaking of the experience of washing these socks, it is really unbearable to look back on. The icy river water was so cold that my hands were almost numb. When it was hot, the hands were swollen like toasted bread, and they were so thick that they could not bend their fingers.I was even more annoyed when I saw the socks drying outside the tent. I thought the sun on the plateau would dry them in a short time. At night, my hands were so painful that I was lazy and confiscated them. Who knew the socks would be dry the next day? It was frozen hard and straight, like two curved boomerangs. The big wolf often appeared in my field of vision like a ghost.He never approached us easily, but I felt that he had great doubts about Green beside me.He no longer deliberately avoids my gaze, although far away, I can still feel his sharp gaze like a sword.He can stare at me so long and hard that my blood runs cold, but if I pick up binoculars or a camera, he disappears in an instant, and Green can't catch him. Suspiciousness is an indispensable character of competitive animals, especially wolves. There are so many poachers here, of course wolves are deeply afraid of humans with instruments in their hands.I have always wondered whether there is a certain blood relationship between Big Wolf and Green, and the breath of this blood relationship binds them closely together with mutual curiosity.In order not to let Green miss this only possible family member, I no longer use cameras and other equipment to disturb this big wolf's inquiry and reconnaissance of us.Around the camp, on the Wolf Crossing Beach, and on the sand and gravel, I found many fresh paw prints and wolf dung that did not belong to Green, indicating that there are still many wolves in this area.I will collect these wolf dung and hang them around the camp to make the camp smell of wild wolves and make Green more familiar with the smell of wolves.Green likes to roll over and mark the trails of wolves, and when he smells wolves by the edge of the bushes, he always looks around with great excitement. This day finally came. I was mending the clothes torn by thorns in the camp. There was a commotion on the mountain ridge. I looked up and saw a fox fighting for food.This is rare to see. I hurriedly took out the camera and took two pictures. Looking at the location again, I suddenly remembered that it was the internal organs of the marmot that I buried a few days ago. I don’t know how they found it. I am afraid that the poison in the internal organs of the marmot has not disappeared , was about to yell loudly to drive away, but found that the big wolf was standing on the mountainside, watching the fight coldly.I wisely put away the camera and sat down in the least threatening posture, shutting my mouth and observing. Green had already ran over quietly but quickly, and the fox and Da immediately dropped the food and went their separate ways.The big wolf turned his head and looked down at Green with dignity.The big wolf squatted halfway, with its body tightly tucked up, its stiff and straight tail slightly upturned, and its footsteps landed very cautiously. Every movement showed a complex psychology of threat and friendliness, which is unique to the encounter of predatory beasts. With a threatening standoff.Green clamped his tail, put his ears close to the back of his head, lowered his hips, whimpered and moved towards the big wolf little by little in the submissive posture he was used to as a little wolf.I was taken aback by this comparison, that wolf was twice the size of Green, and looking at his raised wolf tail, could it be that he is a wolf king?But where are his subjects?Why do you always see him alone?I think of the wolf traps buried by the poachers, of the bewildered sorrow in his howl every night, of his probing my camp for food, did he ever lose a loved one?Could it be that even the life of the wolf king is so difficult? The big wolf turned around, never letting Green get around behind him. He wrinkled his nostrils and stood up his mane, growling in a threatening low voice, biting his teeth rapidly and making snapping noises.I'm starting to sweat Green, but I can't be a part of it, it's a wolfclan thing. Green tried harder to express his desire to be accepted, his whining sound softer and more genuine.他埋低头部，肚子贴着地像鳄鱼一样爬行着凑到大狼跟前，像对父亲般恭顺，接着格林把头放偏，缓缓地侧身亮出了整个肚腹。他仰躺在大狼跟前，将脖子和脆弱的腹部呈现在大狼嘴下，用他曾经受伤的那只前爪轻柔地伸出去抚摸着大狼的唇吻。这是狼家族最为臣服的肢体语言，大狼当然明白这一表达，他谨慎地低垂着头，用鼻子深深嗅闻这来自人类世界的狼孤，思考着要不要接受这带人味的孩子，或是当成狼族的叛徒张嘴一口咬断他的咽喉。大狼向我投来极富深意的目光。 时间一分一秒地流逝，我听到自己紧张的心跳与格林呜呜殷切的呼唤声合为一体。 格林的真诚总算得到了回报。多日以来的试探和观察，大狼似乎觉得我们并无恶意，他犹豫着伸出一只脚爪轻轻放在了格林的头上。这仿佛是一种认可，格林高兴极了，翻身起来嗅闻大狼的嘴巴，大狼禁不住格林如火般的热情，终于和他相互理解地碰了碰鼻子。他们友好地交流着，有一点紧张、有一点不适应、有一点尴尬。大狼虽然认可了格林，但显然还不习惯在一个人的面前放松自己的警惕，虽然格林围着他激动得又蹦又跳，又亲又舔，但他总是时不时地看我一眼表示他对我还有所戒备。 从大狼的动作和眼神中，我感觉我的存在和观望始终让他觉得浑身不自在。过了一会儿，大狼不紧不慢地向山梁背后跑去，跑几步又回过头来看着格林：他似乎是要去一个地方，而他希望格林也跟着他去。格林紧跟上前亲切地叫着，围着大狼打转，转上两圈之后向我的营地跑几步也回头看着大狼，格林竟然天真地希望大狼能够跟他一起留下。大狼愣住了，他的表情由诧异迅速转成了愤怒，狠盯了我一眼，阴沉着狼脸，掉头就走。 格林失望极了，急忙追着大狼的背影翻过了山梁……两个身影一消失，我不知道格林还回不回来，我心里纠结起来，很想喊回格林！ 突然，山梁背后传来大狼的怒声咆哮和格林的尖锐惨叫。Oops!我拔腿就往山上追。跑了没多远，就望见山梁上冒出一对尖耳朵，格林小小的剪影出现在山脊线上。他望着大狼离去的方向发了一会儿呆，然后默不做声瘸拐着回来了。看着那去而复回的熟悉身影，我的泪终于落了下来。 大狼咬得很深，伤在格林的肩胛上，皮开肉绽。我用完剩下的所有白药才给他擦完伤口，一定很疼，格林没有一点反应，眼神悲哀而惆怅。我痛心地抱过格林，把他的头枕在我的腿上，轻轻抚摸着他粗壮的脖子、他宽阔的额头、他挺直的鼻梁，还有他身上那些大大小小的伤……看来回家的路还很漫长。格林啊，我可以抚平你的伤口，却如何抚慰你的心灵？ “格林，我们是不一样的。你终究要离开我，回到狼群中去……”我忍不住泪眼婆娑。话虽如此，可感情毕竟是自私的，我打心里舍不得格林走，离别真的来临了，又欲舍还留。 格林把爪子放在我手心，双眼随着我的抚摸伤感地闭上又睁开，渐渐模糊……