Wolf's Return to the Wild Chapter 24

After a day of hunting, a waste of energy and almost nothing, we finally gave up hunting on this barren pasture. I unpacked my tent, packed it on my back, and walked towards the house I saw yesterday. Green's pace was brisk and effortless, but I was out of breath trying to carry my backpack. Green stopped and walked, waiting for me like a wolf, and sometimes he even turned to carry his heavy backpack behind him. It seemed like he was helping, but in fact it was making things more difficult.

"Wait for me here." Not too far from the tent, I gestured to Green to stop. The wolf is naturally wise, he is a Hunter Jiang, and understanding each other's intentions from the body language, expressions and even eyes of his companions is a basic course for group cooperation. Green understood what I meant immediately, without having to teach him like a dog.

I walked to the tent and stretched my neck to look around, but there seemed to be no one there. I took two steps closer and called out, "Is there anyone there?" There was a sudden noise behind the tent, and then there was a sudden "bark, woof" bark, and a jump. A big black Tibetan dog appeared in front of me and roared with its teeth bared. This family’s dog is off leash! I was startled and slowly took a few steps back, hoping that the owner would come out soon. Suddenly I felt a cold feeling on the back of my neck, and I didn't dare to turn around. I turned my neck mechanically and glanced back. This glance didn't matter. The remaining courage in my body suddenly disappeared - I don't know where it came from ten meters behind me. Two large golden-white Tibetan dogs appeared, one on each side surrounded them silently, their two pairs of vicious eyes were like coals freshly baked from the 18th floor of purgatory, shining with a frightening red light. Oh my god, why didn't you notice the dog hole they were hiding in when you came here? Dogs that bite don't bark. The less they bark, the scarier they are! You can't guess what he is thinking or from which side he will attack.

"Don't run away when you see a dog!" My seniors have taught me since I was a child, and Sun Tzu's Art of War says: "If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move!" I was defenseless and surrounded by three big dogs and swallowed nervously. I dared not move. Why hasn’t the owner come out yet? I called out again: "Is there... anyone...?" The voice trembled like the cry of an innocent soul crawling out of a grave. There was still no response in the room, and the Golden White Tibetan Dog began to show its teeth with a sinister smile, and the surrounding circle gradually narrowed. I can't hold myself steady anymore. Have those seniors ever experienced the power of Tibetan dogs? Will it be easier for the dog to bite me if I don’t run? The hidden dogs in front of me don't know if they have read "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu. They can't think about it anymore. "Sun Tzu" won't move until the enemy is strong! I ran away, and the three dogs immediately started chasing me. I was so scared that I cried out, "Help! Help!"

"Woof!" Green, who was lurking in the grass, suddenly jumped out and shouted loudly, rushing towards the dogs to block the pursuers. The three dogs suddenly stopped and surrounded Green, quickly genetically classifying the monster that roared in dog language. The squawking black Tibetan dog turned behind Green and sniffed his B*tt - well... it had a somewhat specious dog smell.