Chapter 34 34. We came too late too late

"After Tenzin left, the wolves will take the initiative to approach you!" Since this was predicted by the old wolf, we paid more attention to the old wolf's suggestion-he told us to wait instead of looking for the house and wait for the wolves.He thought we used to go out to find wolves on our own initiative, and maybe we missed Green's return to find us instead.It is much easier for a wolf to find a man than a man to find a wolf. He firmly believes that Green will come home by himself if he smells us. On December 3rd, I found a wolf near my home, and Yifeng immediately locked it with a telephoto.

From a distance, she looks like a she-wolf.The female wolf was tossing and turning in the wild grass under the hillside to the northwest of the hut, arching and licking a prey in the grass.The prey only showed a little bit of ivory white fur fluttering in the wind in the low-lying land. From the fur color, it looked like a dead sheep.Strange, there are no sheep for tens of miles around, where did the wolf catch the sheep? I moved the binoculars around and found no other wolves.Since it wasn't Green, we observed quietly and didn't disturb the she-wolf to eat. It was almost noon, and the she-wolf was still there, looking at the hut with her neck straight.A few vultures stood aside and waited, and the crows even moved closer to their prey, flapping back and forth. As long as the female wolf was distracted, the crows would take the opportunity to jump on her prey and steal a few bites.The furious female wolf chased the crows away and fled in all directions. She was still angry after being blasted for dozens of meters, as if she had a deep hatred for these birds.But the prey still seemed intact, and there was no blood red on the mother wolf's cheeks and neck that should be rubbed when eating.

She didn't eat?This is very abnormal.Wolves hunt and eat quickly. There is no reason to protect food from morning to afternoon in a place so close to people, neither taking it away nor eating it. This is not the way of wolves.There must be a problem! I discussed it with Yifeng and decided to take a closer look.Yifeng kept watch for me in the hut, and I wrapped my Tibetan robe tightly to keep out the cold, put my mobile phone, binoculars and walkie-talkie in my pocket, and walked down the mountain lightly. As soon as I went down the hill, the female wolf noticed me. She resolutely gave up her prey, turned around and left.Seeing the she-wolf leave, the crows swarmed to peck at the prey, and the vultures also approached with eagle steps.The female wolf bared her teeth violently, rushed back to chase the bird, and simply waited where the prey was.

This surprised me even more. In broad daylight, the wolf didn't retreat when it saw someone approaching, but still stuck to the prey. What is so precious? The wolf guards the food fiercely, and I dare not get too close. When I was 100 meters away from the wolf, I stopped and observed it with a telescope.The position of the prey was too low to see clearly, but I recognized the female wolf clearly—she was the hot mother of the litter of young wolves in the back mountain.I regret going down the mountain. This hot mother is the most aggressive wolf I have ever come into contact with. When I sneaked into the wolf den to take pictures of the little wolf, this ruthless master wanted to kill me.I was so scared that I rolled all the way down the mountain, and my head was smashed into a purple eggplant. Thanks to the little wolves stopping me, Hot Mom didn't come after me.But when I think of her fierce look, I feel scared.At this moment, her welding-like gaze welded every nerve in me tightly.Safety first, I have to withdraw.

I hadn't gone far when I heard footsteps behind me, and I was so frightened that I turned around with my head in my arms.Sure enough, Hot Mom came after me, but... she actually wagged her tail at me.Am I right, is this the hot mom I know?Hot Mom looked back at the prey behind her, and retreated while wagging her tail. "Call Weiyi, the wolf is gone, the wolf is gone." Yifeng could see clearly from the hillside of the hut. gone?Did you actually give me the prey she was guarding so hard? have a look! I jumped over the frost-heave mounds in the swamp, took a closer look, and immediately shivered.A dead wolf!

Looking at the appearance of the dead wolf again, it's more like a thunderbolt blasting through the sky - oh my god!It's Scud! Scud is the only female wolf among the four wolf cubs in the back mountain. She is only seven months old.The right side of her body fell upwards in the haystack, her belly was distended very large, and the ivory fur we saw on the mountain was exactly the white belly of a wolf.Scud's right eye was pecked out by a crow, and the bloody eye made the wolf's face look even sadder.The fatal injury was a hole in the stomach, and a section of intestine the size of an egg bulged out of the hole. This was an old wound that had deteriorated. The pus and blood around the wound were wrapped in residual puffball powder, and the smell of pus and medicine went straight into the nose. drill.The fur on her body was licked and tidied by the she-wolf. Her mother was sending her off for the last time, and she wanted her to come and go clean.

"Did you see it? What kind of prey?" "Dead wolf, it's a dead wolf!" I wanted to cry, but without tears, "Scud is dead...how could this happen? It was fine a few days ago..." Caressing the little wolf's body, many fragmentary events in my mind connected together: At the beginning of November, when the wolves were besieging the Tenzin yak, Scud couldn't bear the hunger, and rashly went to single out the yak. ​​As a result, we watched her being pushed into the air by the yak and fell down.Later, we observed that there was no problem with walking and eating meat with flying legs, and thought she was fine, but in the end she was still picked out!From that hunt to the present, she had persisted for more than twenty days, and probably only wolves could persist for such a long time.We saw two big, two small and four wolves approaching the hut the other night, and they must have been looking for Puffball with their scuds to heal their wounds!

Yifeng rushed towards me in a hurry.The she-wolf, Scud's mother, stayed on the opposite side of the mountain, sitting on the slope and looking at us, neither barking nor making trouble, but she had no intention of leaving for a long time.Not all pain can be cried out, and as a mother, she can't bear her daughter's departure even more.Perhaps in her eyes, Scud is still a little life that relies on her and only calls mother when he is uncomfortable. I hugged the little wolf sadly.In the past, I always watched Scud growing mischievously from afar, but I never thought that the first time I hugged her today, she has turned into a cold corpse... Wait! ...Scud's armpits are still warm!Touch the base of her neck again, she has a pulse!With a glimmer of hope, I hurriedly shouted to Yifeng: "She's not dead yet! Go back and get my first-aid kit, needles, thread, soap, and a pot of hot salt water. Go!"

Not long after, Yifeng rushed back with the first aid kit on his shoulders. His face was covered with sweat, fearing that he might be a minute late.I first rinse and sanitize my hands with warm water.Yifeng opened the first aid kit, and I used scissors to cut off the wolf fur around the scud wound, decomposed and disinfected it, then soaked the intestines in warm salt water to soften them, stuffed them back into the wolf's stomach, and sewed up the belly. Yifeng has been feeling the heartbeat of Scud, for fear that it will stop suddenly. Every time I sew a stitch, I will ask Yifeng: "Has she responded? Has she responded?"

How I wish she could instinctively twitch or grunt in the pain of the operation, at least it would give me a chance to survive.But she didn't, just lay there silently.I gave her anti-inflammatory drugs, only gauze, no bandage, I took off the red belt of the Tibetan robe and wrapped it around her waist tightly. I examine the bloody wolf eye.I opened his eyelids and blew, and there was a reaction from the eyelids. Her bloodshot eyes turned slightly, reflecting my shadow. I don't know if she can still see me.Although Scud's eyelids were pecked open by crows, his eyes were still not blind.I think of the she-wolf's fury when she drives away the crows.The little wolf is still alive, these crows want to gouge her eyeballs, how can a mother not hate it!

I dipped a little soapy water to lubricate the thermometer, inserted it into the body of the scud to measure the rectal temperature, and looked up at the slope of the index finger. The she-wolf was gone, and I didn’t know when she left. "The body temperature is dropping." I put away the thermometer, poured the remaining hot water into the drink bottle to warm it under the little wolf's armpit, took off my Tibetan robe, wrapped the Scud with my residual heat, tied it tightly, and Leave the nose sticking out to breathe.I lay behind her and held her in my arms, praying that the warmth would wake her up.Yifeng also pulled off his jacket and lay down on his side covering my back, with his arms around me and the wolf. The north wind blows across the wilderness, and the setting sun bleeds.On the uninhabited land, two people hugged a dying wolf cub. "Is she still alive?" Yifeng asked in my ear. I hesitated for a while, and Yifeng understood, the corners of his mouth twitched: "I saw her alive and kicking around last time, how long has it been, if you say no, it's gone... We went back to Wolf Mountain to protect the wolf, but seeing her A wolf is about to die in front of us, but we can't save it, and we have nothing but a medicine kit!" Holding the dying little wolf, Yifeng's story made me even more sad.In my memory, Scud was very timid, always hiding at the door of the wolf cave and aiming at us.The scud is easy to move, and despite the weird running posture, she has super speed, and she is good at catching rabbits.Scud was so naughty, she dismantled our video camera and urged her mother wolf to clean me up.Scud is a "half scumbag". Her ineffective reconnaissance has caused a lot of trouble for the wolves.I still remember how she followed the herdsmen in a hurry, but I never thought that this silly girl would provoke the yaks, which would lead to such consequences. Suo Lang said that the wolves on the grasslands are gradually aging, and the survival rate of wild pups is extremely low, with more than half of them not surviving their first year.They have to face a dangerous world from the moment they are born, and a negligence is a dead end.In order to survive, our speedy legs have tried their best, maybe she can no longer walk on the way to follow hot mom to find puffball to heal her wounds.Scud's mother loved her so much, and when she lost a tooth, Hot Mom traveled long distances to find bird eggs and fish for her.Hot Mom has never been willing to approach us, but in order to save her daughter, she is willing to do what she would never do - wagging her tail at humans.I suddenly understood that the helpless wolf mother regarded us as the last hope to save her child, but we couldn't save her either. Over the past six months in the grassland, we have witnessed the hardships of wolves, and it is too difficult for a cub to grow into a wolf.Seeing the little wolves we guarded die one by one, I am more and more afraid. I am afraid that one day I will not be able to bear it. I am afraid that I will enter the world of wolves and listen to them tell me their sorrows. Scared. I felt the back of my neck was wet, with water dripping into my hair, and the breathing behind me was trembling silently.I suppressed my breath to keep my throat from choking.A tear flowed from the left eye across the bridge of the nose, icily slipped into the right eye, and was warmed again by the right eye, retracting the eye socket, "Don't cry, at least her death was not artificial." I slightly turned my face to the side, trying to use the little wolf's sight, and opened my eyes to look at the grassland she can see at this moment - the dark sky, the broken clouds, the circling vultures, the waiting crows... When I saw these, I Feeling very sad... She is only a seven month old child, and she has gone to the last day of her life, and maybe tomorrow there will be only a corpse or bones.We can only hold her like this and be with her.I was afraid that she would be cold, that she would be in pain, that she would be lonely, that she would wake up and cry for her mother. We couldn't take her back to the hut, the distance to go home was still far away, and it was very difficult to jump over the swamp with the scud that already had the shape of a big wolf on its back. Scared that she would die on my back on the way home.We didn't dare to leave, for fear that if we left, the crows would peck at her eyes again, and the vultures would eat her alive. We stayed there until dark, when the vultures flew away, and we went home. Before dawn the next day, we went to see Scud.When they arrived at the swamp, the two of them were taken aback. Both the wolf and the robe were gone!At the scene, only the drink bottle I kept warm in the little wolf's arms was left, and the ice surface of the swamp was crushed, and no trace could be discerned.The crushed ice had been re-frozen, and the little wolf must have been dragged away by something in the middle of the night. We hurriedly searched for clearer clues in the remaining snow nearby.A series of huge paw prints made us gasp. These paw prints are as big as human feet, and they are deeper and wider, walking in a figure of eight.Oops!Bear paw! We are guarding against vultures and crows, but we have never counted bears!Because Tibetan horse bears are so rare, and I didn't expect them to hibernate at this time of year?It may be caused by the climate of late snow and warm winter.It is the habit of bears to drag away their prey. Could it be that the scud is the last meal of the Tibetan horse bear before hibernation? Bear infested!We dare not rashly follow into the mountain.We took a photo of the paw prints, and turned around the fan-shaped periphery of Langdu Beach, and asked a few herdsmen in the surrounding area if they had seen any bears recently. The herdsman in the front mountain replied: "It is true that the paw prints look like bear paws, but these things are rare. Even if the herdsmen saw them from a long distance, they would not be able to tell them apart. He is dark and looks like a young yak. ​​No one will pay attention to it." .” In the evening, we went around the periphery of Zhongfeng and traced to the edge of the back mountain, where there was a herdsman's tent.Before I got any closer, I heard the rancher and his gang arguing.The two of us stepped forward to persuade them to fight, and listened to what they said. The rancher smelled of alcohol, pointed at the helper, blushed and cursed thickly: "He is dishonest, I saw wolves beat my cow with my own eyes, and he refused to admit it!" Helping people swear to the sky: "There is not a single yak missing, and the Bodhisattva can see it! If I lie, I will be crushed to death under your feet immediately! You will know by counting it yourself!" "You don't need to count," I said, "Whether the wolves ate your yak or not, wouldn't it be clear if you went to see the bones of the dead yak?" "The dead yak could not be found and was dragged to the mountains by wolves." "What? Drag it away..." I was stunned. The wolves eat cattle on the spot, and never struggle to drag cattle up the mountain. Could it be the bears?No way, the rancher said he saw wolves with his own eyes. Suddenly, my heart moved: "When did it happen? How far did you see the wolves dragging the cows?" "In the morning, I came back riding a motorcycle after eating and drinking, and I saw seven or eight wolves dragging a yak up the mountain pass." The rancher drew a spot for me on a piece of snow on the ground, "the wolf is here Here, what I saw here..." As soon as I referred to it, the rancher found that the mountain pass of the wolves was at least two or three kilometers away from his line of sight, and he could only see roughly from such a long distance.This master drank alcohol early in the morning, and even rode a motorcycle while drinking and driving.I smiled wryly: "Uncle, are you sure that what the wolves dragged away was a yak?" "It's so big and black, what else could it be if it's not a yak?" I have a good idea. Herdsmen usually distinguish common animals by feeling. Black ones are cows, white ones are sheep, yellow ones are wolves, and even Tibetan horse bears cannot be distinguished from small yaks.I seriously doubt that the "dead cow" that the rancher saw was my wolf's black robe. So the Scud's remains were taken away by the wolves?According to this route and time, the wolves should have dragged the Scud robe and the wolves away at night, and my tightly bound robe just became a "stretcher" for them to carry.The wolves worked hard overnight to cross the Index Finger Mountains and cross the two ridges of Zhongfeng. At daybreak, they crossed the pass of the Back Mountain, and happened to be seen by the rancher from a distance, making him mistakenly think that his yaks were being dragged away, which aroused the attention of his master and servant. dispute. We are not familiar with this herdsman, and we don’t know their attitude towards our method of saving wolves. I can’t explain it to him. After asking about the place, we persuaded and left. I must get my robes back, or I'll be freezing and foolish this winter.Most importantly, this black Tibetan robe is Green’s most familiar attire, and it is also a token that we can recognize each other—wolves are unwilling to get too close to people. Without this attire, the probability of being recognized by Green at a distance Greatly reduced.In addition, what makes me especially curious is that the wolves will collect the corpses for their companions?This is a major discovery.Among animals that live in groups, ants will bury their companions, and elephants also have cemeteries, but I have never seen wolves collectively collect corpses in any wolf books or related materials.If the pack of wolves did take the remains of Scud, could it solve a long-standing mystery? On the grassland, after many animals died, their bodies were found, but no one has ever picked up a dead wolf or a dead eagle (except for wolves that were hunted and killed by a car accident), and the whereabouts of the corpses of wolves and eagles It has always been an unsolved mystery.Therefore, the grassland people believed that wolves and eagles were the most mysterious spiritual creatures, and they must have returned to the sky after death.So people are willing to give their bodies to eagles and wolves after their lives are over, and let them take the dead to heaven.Of course, there are also people who do not believe in God but believe in evil. They think that wolves are brutal and bloodthirsty, and that the corpses of wolves must have been eaten by their own kind.Regarding this statement, we don’t really believe it. Excluding the extreme situation of famine, we have been in the grassland for so long, and we often see the corpses of dead dogs and foxes. These corpses will not be touched by wolves.The same canine family, wolves don't even eat distant relatives, let alone close relatives. I am concerned about the funeral of Scud, and I also want to know how the wolves will deal with the aftermath after they have gone to great lengths to retrieve their companions.So, we followed the pass that the herdsman said and went up the mountain to search.I searched for two days, but found nothing. On the evening of the third day, when we searched the mountains and went home, we happened to see Qiao Mo fighting with two wild dogs at the door of the house, fighting for the prey. The three dogs bit the prey tightly, and no one said anything! If the wild dogs come to smash the place, that's okay! I picked up the stick and helped Jomo.The two wild dogs ran away, and Qiao Mo fell headlong with the prey in his mouth. After chasing away the wild dogs, I looked back at the prey Jomo had recaptured. "Wow! What a big marmot!" I couldn't believe there were such fat marmots in the world!I am 1.73 meters tall, and I can lift the marmot's hind legs to my waist, and the dangling front paws of the marmot can hit the ground.Although the otter was torn off by wild dogs and lost one of his hind legs and guts, I struggled to lift the rest of the weight. "I've gained a lot of knowledge!" Yifeng held the super big otter and looked at it vigorously. Elder Jinchi, who was groping for the brocade cassock, was just mediocre. "You can catch such a big otter! Admire! God dog!" "It's such a cold day, why isn't the otter hibernating?" "Maybe he has insomnia, the weather is messed up this year." Jomo watched anxiously as the otter was exchanged between our hands, and Ha Lazi kept ticking along his chin, lest we not return the otter to him after we finished taking pictures. Jomo took her baby marmot and ran away to eat it.The cold wind poured in from the back of my neck, I shook my head for a while, shrunk my neck, put my hands into the sleeves of the jacket, and refused to stretch them out again, "I'm freezing to death, I have to find them tomorrow. Robe.” There are four seasons in a mountain on the grassland, with different weathers for ten miles, and a temperature difference of more than 20 degrees between day and night. Yifeng said: "There are such a large mountain range, just the two of us, looking for a winter will be useless. I have a good idea, Jomo is so brave, I will take her with me tomorrow: I will be safe, even if I meet a bear. Call the police; secondly, with her nose, she can definitely find the robe!" I gave thumbs up: "Reliable!" In the early morning light, the two excitedly took the "God Dog" Qiao Mo up the mountain to search for robes. We followed Jomo on a parade all over the mountains, and after a day of searching, the dog's nose that we had placed high hopes on didn't stick out except for a piece of smelly sheepskin. "Reliable" only fulfills the first word, there is no "spectrum"!In the final analysis, it is still unreliable for us to count on Qiao Mo. The police dog's diploma is not obtained under the flyover. Yifeng and I climbed up the mountain pass in disgrace, sat on the ground shaking the sand in our shoes.The cold sun shines on the barren slope to the west of Index Finger Mountain.Two years ago, Little Green and I played with dandelions on this hillside. At that time, the place was still lush and green. Now the hillside has been deserted. It’s only been two years. What a pity. Jomo ran across the sandy slope, and while running, she suddenly took a few steps back, sniffing and digging, as if she had discovered something.I put on my shoes and went to look. A whole piece of withered grass-colored animal fur was exposed in the yellow sand pit that Jomer dug up. There were obviously more buried parts under the sand—the wolf corpse! After finding out that it was a wolf carcass, Jomo stopped digging the soil. He sniffed it carefully, shook his head, turned around and left. "Yifeng, come quickly, maybe Scud died here!" I hurriedly called Yifeng to help, and the two of them carefully dug up the yellow sand like cleaning up fossils... As soon as we cleared up the outline of the wolf, we ruled out the speculation just now. This is not a scud. Judging from the degree of corruption, the wolf has been dead for at least two months.He was a much younger pup, half the size of a Scud, his bones all dry.The sand and soil were gradually parted, and we put together his scattered limbs, revealing a complete wolf carcass, with dried skin and flesh covering the skeleton.Lying on his side in the yellow sand, the little wolf's skull was exposed. You can clearly see that the deciduous teeth are still inlaid in the upper jaw and have not been fully pushed out. He is just changing teeth, and he is less than five months old. "Hey, this is... a nunchuck?!" Yifeng held the wolf's tail that had just been cleaned up. Half of the tail hair was black and half grayish yellow! Both of them were stunned, how could it be him? Nunchaku is the eldest of the four little wolves in Houshan, the little male wolf.In early summer, poachers dug out the wolf den and captured the three little wolves, Nunchaku, Fuzai, and Xiaobudian. After we got the letter, we snatched Fuzai and Xiaobudian back to Langshan, but the whereabouts of Nunchaku was unknown.It was not until the end of August that we knew that the nunchucks had fallen into the hands of Jin Erhuan. When we arrived at Jin Erhuan's house, the nunchucks had already escaped from prison.We were still happy that he escaped successfully.Could this wreckage really be a nunchuck?It is now late November, and it will be the end of August to the beginning of September after more than two months, which is the day after the nunchucks escaped.The time was right, but since he escaped, how could he die here? I struggled to keep cleaning up... Click!My cuff was hooked by a metal object on the neck of the wolf's wreckage, and I raised my hand to see—the wire!Three millimeters thick, exactly the same as the wire used to bind wolves that I saw in the Golden Earring yard back then.My heart sank, the wolf corpse in front of me was definitely a nunchuck. The piece of iron wire was looped into a circle the size of a fist, tightly strangling the wolf's neck, and the end of the wire was twisted a lot until it snapped.Teeth bite marks were left on the wire hoop, and there were faint spots of dried up blood and sticky pieces of meat on the rust. The wire hoop was only slightly larger than the neck vertebrae of the little wolf, and it could be seen that the hoop had been deeply hooped into the flesh of the wolf's neck until his last breath was strangled, which is the cause of the nunchuck's death. The anger hovering in my chest spewed out like long-swelling magma, burning my memories of nunchucks into a sea of ​​flames. The nunchucks were taken away by poachers since they were young, and they were tortured with iron chains to grow up.He wants to escape!Want to live!I want to go home!want freedom! A little wolf, wearing a wire collar, ran across the mountains and ridges on the way home.It is tens of kilometers away from the Golden Earring House to Wolf Mountain. Human villages, pastures, roads, black rivers, meadows, swamps, deserts... I can't imagine how to walk down with the immature legs of a wolf cub.His time is running out, every millimeter of his body grows, the wire on his throat tightens a little bit, death and home are waiting for him... He finally came back, back to the mountain where he was born!However, the female wolf has moved her den, the house is empty, the brothers and sisters are separated, and he can't find his mother.This helpless child has been wandering in the mountains for an unknown amount of time. He smells the wolf path at the pass, and he waits for the return of the group with hope... The nunchaku returned to the wolf pack with the last strength in his life, and left his last breath on the wolf mountain... "There was a heavy rain on August 30th, and the body showed no signs of being soaked in water. The nunchaku should have died in early September. He only lived for more than ten days after he escaped..." I couldn't hear my own voice. , like talking in a dream.This is one nightmare after another. Fuzai was beaten to death, Scud was gored to death by a bull, and the nunchuck was strangled to death...Why can I only take back their bodies one by one? How many little wolves can't protect them? Yifeng lowered his head dejectedly, and smashed the gravel in front of the little wolf's body with his clenched fists, hitting more and more violently until the dust flew up.When he raised his head again, as if he had aged ten years, the muddy tears washed away the dust on his cheeks.He twisted the wire loop with regret: "At that time, I only knew that he broke the wire and ran away, so why didn't he think that he was still tightening the loop... We should go to the gold earring earlier, even if we bought him, At least he can come home alive." We called the old wolf in front of the little wolf's bones. After hearing the whole story, the old wolf was too sad to speak.It took a long time for the old wolf to recover, asked carefully about the appearance of the wire ring, and sighed: "The nunchucks should have found the wolves. There are tooth marks on the wire ring. He can't reach it by himself. It must be something else." The wolves helped him bite the iron wire, but the wolves also kept biting the iron ring, and could only watch the little wolf die." When the old wolf heard the death time of the nunchuck, he became anxious: "Early September! That's right! The wolves definitely found the nunchucks! Do you remember that on September 5th, the day after you moved out of Zeren’s house, there was a big white-mouthed wolf who was anxiously looking for you all over the house! What is he anxious about? That’s it The iron ring was strangling the little wolf to death, and the big wolf had no choice but to ask you for help! But you moved away! At that time, I advised you repeatedly not to leave, not to leave! You missed a life!" The old wolf's words hit my heart hard.I was so regretful that the tears I had been holding back finally rolled down in the yellow sand!We had two chances to save him. Sorry, little wolf, we're too late, too late, too late... I cannot let nunchucks rot in human shackles.The trap that took the life of the little wolf must never bind his soul again.The wire loop is very hard, it cannot be unscrewed, and it keeps collapsing.Helpless, we had no choice but to separate the decayed head of the little wolf, and forcibly pulled out the wire from the neck!The fragile skeleton of the little wolf was scattered all over the floor... The wire loops that were removed were still tightly fastened, like a full stop—a full stop that humans have drawn for the wolf until death. Nunchaku, good boy, the shackles have been removed, you can take a deep breath.Little wolf, you have made it this far, don't fall down, we will help you stand up! Yifeng dug up the clay, I collected the bones of the nunchucks and reassembled them, twisted grass into ropes to tie them into a skeleton, Yifeng kneaded the skin and flesh of the little wolf into the clay, and together we reshaped the wolf's body.The nunchaku's skull was so small in my palm, it was so small that it hurt people's heart. Facing the setting sun, a beam of light penetrated through his eye sockets.Nunchaku was already tortured when he was alive, I don't want his bones to lie messily in this hopeless sandy land, I can't tolerate insects and ants gnawing at his tiny body again.I want him to come back to life, I want him to grow up, I want him to open his eyes and look at this piece of grassland that he has never had time to look at since he was a child. We made a clay wolf statue the size of a real wolf according to the appearance of the little wolf when he grew up. It sealed the bones of the nunchuck and solidified the wolf soul that died for freedom. Nunchaku sat quietly at the pass overlooking the territory of Wolf Mountain, waiting for his pack of wolves to return.