Wolf's Return to the Wild Chapter 5

"Woo! Squeak!" The little guy responded happily, running up and hugging my legs, jumping high. After only three days of calling, he had a clear response to his name, which was much shorter than the adaptation period of a dog.

If Green has brothers and sisters, the period of one to three months is when the pups compete with each other in play and establish their status in the group. Once this superior-subordinate relationship is established, it basically remains unchanged for life. Green is now entering this stage, and the wolf gene flowing in his blood makes him declare war repeatedly in order to establish his status.

Now, the only "living creature" the lonely Green can find is me, so he always competes with me. Green's teeth have become much sharper, and he is a bit reluctant. He used to remind him twice and he would automatically let go. Now, after reminding him four or five times, or even "counter-attacking", he reluctantly lets go and continues to circle around. I spun around, looking like I wanted to gain the upper hand. Thinking of his litter of six brothers and sisters, they were taken out a few days after he was born. The other wolf cubs could not withstand the torture of hunger and cold. He was the only one to survive strongly, and his body recovered quickly, which shows that he is in good health. , is indeed the only remaining product after the survival of the fittest. If he grew up among wolves, he would definitely be the alpha wolf. And watching him desperately drink milk from my hand every time, and grabbing the bowl after drinking, he is indeed a ruthless character.

Green often bites my ankle unexpectedly. Although it is a joke, sometimes the bite is so painful that it drags me around. I was afraid of being bitten by him, so I had to put on jeans and sneakers. My patience and concession made Greene even more arrogant. He would often wrinkle his nose and expose his sharp fangs, looking directly at me to challenge me. In his eyes, the physical difference seemed to be negligible. Power emerges from the fangs!
 
The most painful thing was that one night, Green grabbed the instep of my foot and started biting it! He twitched his body back hard, dragging and biting, which made me scream in pain, shouting his name loudly: "Green, no! Green, let go!..." How could the wild little wolf hear it? Half a sentence later, I was shocked and angry. I grabbed his neck with one hand, opened his wolf mouth with the other hand, and threw him away. There were already several deep tooth marks on my ankles. At this time, Green stepped aside and looked at me with his round green wolf eyes. He wrinkled his nose and cruelly licked his fangs and upper lip with his little tongue.

I couldn't help but get angry. I picked up the broom next to me and pointed at the tip of his nose: "Green, you dare to bite me?!"

Seeing me picking up the broom he hated so much as a weapon, and remembering the hatred he felt after eating toothpaste and being punched out on his little head, Green's eyes flashed with an unruly and fierce light, and he bit the broom head and issued a threat. Roaring, the small nose wrinkled into the word "Chuan", revealing the sharp canine teeth and pink gums, waving his claws, looking like he would rather die than surrender and fight to the end.

My blood suddenly surged: "Okay, dare to challenge my mother's authority! If you don't accept it, use your own method!" I threw the broom and knocked Green down with a palm, "Ah wu..." I bite Before he could even open his mouth, he bit down his nose and chin firmly---I call you cruel! Tell you to lick your fangs!

Green's eyes were in pain, and he kicked his front and back claws wildly. I bit harder and harder, making frequent threatening roars, and pressed his twisted body tightly with both hands. Seeing that his struggle was useless, Green let out a hissing cry for mercy, which was sharp, thin and weak, like the helpless cry of a child. My heart softened slightly, and after a slight hesitation, I relaxed my hand that was holding his body. Green didn't struggle, he just squealed in an ingratiating manner, slowly retracted his hind legs, curled up, and remained as motionless as an old rabbit. I slowly let go, and just as I was about to let go, I felt that Green's begging posture seemed wrong. On second thought, maybe he was too young and didn't really grow up in a pack of wolves, so his surrender gesture was specious.

While hesitating, Green suddenly struggled wildly. His hind legs that had just been curled up kicked hard towards my shoulders. Then he turned around like a spring and jumped up. He twisted his head and forced his body back, trying to pull out his sharp beak. The hook-like front paws didn't forget to grab my neck hard the moment I turned around!

I was so angry that the cunning guy tried to trick me into surrendering. I pushed harder and bit down without mercy. The rabbit bites the man when he is anxious, and the man bites the wolf when he is anxious! Green whimpered sharply, and a squeaking sound came from his nose, like the pitiful and muffled cry of a baby about to drown. His chest heaved and panted rapidly, and his tail swung violently, like a white flag. I was afraid that he was delaying the attack again, so I still insisted on biting him for a while before slowly letting go. I still held his body with both hands. Green's body completely relaxed and he no longer had any resistance in preparation for war. His heart It was still beating wildly in my little chest. He straightened his hind legs, revealing his pink and smooth belly. His trembling little tail was sandwiched between his legs, occasionally swaying gently in a flattering manner. His ears were folded back and pressed against his head, and the provocative look in his eyes faded. He turned around and stretched out his mouth to lick my hand that was holding him down, looking at me with a docile and pleading look on his face.

I bared my teeth at him again, and he waggled his tail hurriedly a few more times. I tried to let go of one hand, and he lay still quietly, waiting for my final decision. Then I let go of the other hand. hand. As if he had received an amnesty, Green rolled on his back like a lazy donkey, twisting his body from side to side like a coquettish person, letting me do whatever I wanted, gently biting the tip of my finger, and was infinitely flattering. Thinking of the way he was unwilling to take advantage of me just now, I fiddled with his head and grabbed his ears: "Remember this lesson! If you want to seize power, you are a little too young!"

Looking at the bridge of Green's nose, there was a trace of red, which seemed to have been bitten by me. I stood up to find the medicinal wine. Green quietly turned over, his tail was tucked under his belly, his B*tt0cks were placed very low, and he curled up and rubbed against In front of me, he put his ears back to the back of his neck, raised his head and looked at me with an upright expression, and honestly asked me to apply medicine to him. He licked my hands and rubbed my legs, repairing the tense relationship that had just drawn swords and crossbows. Looking at Green's standard action of surrender, I deeply understood that the word "submissive" may come from the wolf.

I licked my teeth, spit out a few wolf hairs, took a glass of water, and gargled my mouth. Only then did I feel a burning pain on my neck. When I looked in the mirror, I saw a trace of bright red blood on my neck. It was especially obvious on the neck, and a drop of blood slowly flowed down the neck and almost reached the white shirt. Good guy, what if this claw scratches on the face or eyes? Then I thought, fortunately, I was able to distinguish myself from him at this time. If Green had grown older and his minions had been sharper, it might not have been so easy.

I wiped away the blood and stared at Green with wide eyes. We all need to get used to what just happened. Green panted nervously, his eyes complexly alternating between frightened, eager to move, worshipful and surrendered, and unbelievable emotions. The wolf was bitten? ! Don't say he didn't think of it, even I didn't think of it myself.

The two pairs of eyes looked at each other with mixed feelings for a while, but it was Green who figured it out first. He wagged his tail vigorously and became honest and well-behaved again. If you lose, you lose. Failure is success. Wait until you sharpen your claws and fight again next time! Green certainly doesn't think there's anything wrong with what he does, because in the wolf's dictionary, survival means fierce competition, whether it's a person or a wolf, the winner is the king and the loser is the minister. However, Green will still accumulate strength, and he won't Give up the idea of   fighting me again.

I respect the way of the wolf. Even though I was scratched on the neck, I couldn't bear to cut off Green's claws. After all, they are the weapons he is proud of and the basis of his survival. I love wolves because I love his wildness and unyieldingness. ?

Green, grow up quickly. One day you will defeat me, and this day will not be far away.

In the blink of an eye, I have been living with Green for a month and a half. Today is Children's Day. Nolan deliberately spared a day. Carrying large and small bags of things, he got into the small kitchen and was busy. After a while, he stuck his head out and rushed to me. Zhizui'er: "Go find a big bowl."
 
I looked around, found a large stainless steel bowl from the refrigerator, took it into the kitchen, and asked curiously: "What are you doing?"

"A Children's Day gift for Green - nutritious meat porridge." Nolan stirred the rice in the pot and put the minced meat into the pot, saying, "As soon as the little wolf is weaned, the meat porridge will You have to follow soon."

I leaned against the kitchen door with great interest, watching Nolan operate it like a chemical experiment. While doing it, my mother-in-law explained to me: "Porridge made from millet is the easiest to digest, and minced meat can make people strong." , diced cartilage and milk are both nutritious and calcium-supplementing. When the pot is boiling, beat the egg flowers in, add a little cod liver oil, and a little salt. Stir the chopped cabbage into the meat porridge, and the porridge will be half cold. , Tsk tsk, it smells so good, smell it!"

I smelled the fragrant milk and meat porridge in the pot and asked, "How do you know this?"

Nolan chuckled and pointed to a book full of sketches beside the stove: "Learn now and use it now."

I looked over and saw that he had turned over a copy of "Wolf Totem". Hunter Jiang would never have thought that he had also written a "recipe". Nolan picked up another bottle that looked like a cough syrup bottle and waved it in front of my eyes: "Look, liquid calcium is the best now. Let's raise children scientifically."

I laughed, but I didn't expect that Nolan also became interested in Green.

A big pot of meat porridge with eggs will fill the whole house with delicious food. The scent had already made Green jump up and down, and he stretched his neck to scream with greed. He opened his mouth wide, saliva dripped down along the string of his tongue, and a large area of   chest hair was wet.

"Look at this guy, he's so eloquent!" Nolan used the idiom here. I swallowed and took a large stainless steel bowl to put it in.

"No, no!" Nolan stopped me, "Let it cool down a little. Wolves can easily get burned while trying to eat. Also, don't use stainless steel bowls. Wolves should be afraid of iron. It's best not to let Green get used to eating in iron. Thing, he is still a wolf after all."

I was shocked. It seemed that Nolan was indeed very attentive, and what was the deeper meaning behind his insistence on not letting Green become familiar with iron tools? Could it be that deep down in his heart he also wanted to keep Green's wild nature rather than taming him for a long time? I thought about Green's future, and suddenly wanted to ask Nolan what he thought, but I swallowed it back as I didn't want to bring up such a heavy topic during the festival.

Green was already impatient. He jumped like crazy and grabbed the kitchen door, and kept slipping on the slippery wolf saliva on the ground. He had never smelled such delicious food in his life.

After the meat porridge was ninety minutes cool, I tried it with the back of my hand. The porridge was still a little warm, so I put it in a large hard plastic bowl and added a few drops of liquid calcium. I carefully opened the kitchen door, and Green immediately jumped up to block the way. A bowl of meat porridge clattered to the ground, and he snatched it away. The porridge and soup splashed everywhere, but fortunately not too much was spilled. Green didn't even smell it, and pounced on it without even thinking about it. He quickly opened and closed his mouth a few times, and more than half of the meat porridge in the bowl was missing. It seemed that it was the delicacy his stomach had longed for, and he couldn't do anything but devour it immediately. In addition, any other preparatory actions are redundant. And he immediately yelled at me to go away!

I was shocked. I usually don’t have such a bad temper when drinking milk. It’s fine no matter how much I touch you. Why don’t you recognize your relatives today?

I was unwilling to give in: "I'm not allowed to touch him, but I insist on touching him!" I tentatively touched him twice. Green roared with dissatisfaction, stopped eating, lowered his head and stared at my wrist sideways, his neck hair stood up like needles, and his nose began to converge in the middle, as if to say: "If you don't go away, I will bite you!"

I was still a little unwilling, so I wrapped a thick towel around my hand to prevent bites, and stubbornly put my hand on Green's side, trying to touch him. He immediately pushed my hand hard, as if to repel a rival. I put my hand on Green's right side, and he pushed around the food bowl in a counterclockwise direction. I put my hand on Green's left side, and he immediately pushed clockwise again. While crowding out the "food grabbers", he worked hard for fear of missing something. Take a bite. My hand wrapped in a towel made him anxious, and he turned back to give me a mouthful as a warning, then quickly plunged back into the bowl and continued to devour.

Let's go away. I retreated to Nolan, and the two of us squatted aside to watch Green enjoying his first feast.

I don't know how Green managed to eat a bowl full of meat porridge. The wolf's belly was so full that he refused to give up. By this time, Green was more receptive to my touch, but he still didn't allow me to take away his bowl - there was still a mouthful of porridge in it. After walking around the room, Green shook his body and let out a small burp. It seemed that he had some space in his stomach, and he immediately came back and ate the rest of the porridge. Green licked the bowl clean, then quickly searched for the pieces of meat porridge left on the ground beside the bowl. Finally, he turned the bowl over and used his tongue to roll the few pieces of meat residue stuck to the bottom of the bowl into his mouth. Satisfied, he began to lick his paws and wipe his mouth. I gently reached out from Green's armpit and touched his belly. It was warm and swollen as thin as paper.

Green lazily walked up to us, sniffed our feet one by one, and finally returned to Nolan. He carefully lowered his front paws, tilted his head, turned over and lay down, patting Nolan's legs with his little paws. , and rewarded Nolan with the honor of rubbing his belly. Nolan was flattered: "He actually knew that I cooked this meal for him!" He quickly reached out to pick up Green, carried him back to the sofa, and gently stroked Green's belly. Green closed his eyes and fell asleep with great enjoyment. . Nolan's eyes were filled with the tenderness of a loving father: "Green has grown up."

Indeed, in the past month or so, Green has nearly doubled in size compared to when he first arrived. He can already stand up and lie down on the sofa and bite things on it. The blue film in Green's eyes has also faded, gradually showing yellow-green eyes. His head began to turn light brown, and his body was still black, but the wolf's fur became rough and his ears stood up. Thanks to an egg being laid every day, the ears were well developed, like two small spoons. The ribs were on the head, hard and erect, not as soft and attached to the head as when they first met him, like a kitten. There are two white spots that appear and disappear on Green's back, faintly outlining the shape of his shoulder blades. His chest is very narrow compared to that of a dog, making him look thinner. There are two white spots on the clavicle of his chest, and he looks very dynamic when he walks. Green's tail hung straight down behind him, thicker than before.

Nolan looked at the sleeping Green and said, "At this rate, Green will grow up very soon. This small roof can only give him a transition to childhood. What are your plans for where he will go in the future?" Unexpectedly, I have been enduring this. What Zhu didn't say, but Nolan took the initiative to mention it. Seeing that I didn't answer, Nolan flexed his fingers and continued: "I thought about it for a long time last night and came up with several options: First, send him to the zoo, so that you can visit him at any time when you miss him, which is reasonable. 

Legal; secondly, do you still remember the Wolf Mountain in Chongqing Wildlife Park we visited? The wolves there are semi-free range, and there are dozens of wolves that can keep him company. It is also his world, and the sooner we go, the better. , after raising it for a long time, I'm worried that you won't be able to let go of it emotionally; if you really want to keep it, there is a third way, which is to rent a secluded farmhouse in the suburbs, because the city will soon ban dogs. After all, large dogs are not allowed to be raised, let alone wolves. What if Green grows up and hurts people? It's not that I don't support you. After all, raising wolves is a very specific matter, what do you think? "

I was silent for a long time and said quietly: "It is easy to put Green into a cage in the zoo, but it will be impossible for me to hug him again. I really can't bear to let him go. Let's talk about Chongqing Wildlife Park. The wolves there are mountain yellow wolves, and Green It's a prairie gray wolf. It's difficult for different wolf species to get along with each other. I'm afraid that Greene will be bitten to death." I looked at Nolan and then said, "It's hard to find a small farmhouse in the suburbs. Besides, it's okay if others don't know about it." Why don't we kill the wolf and drive him away? Even if we hide it from everyone, can we raise him in the countryside for the rest of his life? "

"According to what you said, it can't be sent anywhere?" Nolan was a little discouraged, "If it's in the city, it can only be kept on a leash, otherwise it will cause trouble sooner or later if it runs out!"

"Wolves cannot be tethered." I sighed and didn't want to discuss it anymore. "Let's finish the vaccination first." In fact, I have some thoughts in my heart about wanting Green to return to nature, but this is just a dream. How to implement it has no clue. No clue.

Not long after, Green woke up and started to play with Nolan's trouser legs. Nolan suddenly remembered something and took out a bunch of bells from his pocket: "Look at the good things I brought to Green. Didn't you always say that Green walked?" No sound like a ghost?"

I smiled and took the bell and put it on Green. The little guy trembled all over, and there was a crisp ringing sound, which was really nice. Green played with the bell in a novel way, without expressing any rejection. This guy usually walks without making any noise, and is always stepped on accidentally. When he goes out at night, he often cannot be seen where he is. It is much more convenient to have a bell.

Nolan took out another fake beef tendon bone for pet dogs to grind their teeth and handed it to Green: "Little guy, this is a good thing for you to grind your teeth." Green sniffed it and dismissed the fake bone, let alone He bit it without even looking at it, which was a waste of Nolan's efforts. I chuckled: "He likes real bones, why would he care about this fake one? You might as well give him his favorite chocolate."

Nolan obeyed and took a large piece of chocolate and handed it to Green. Green picked it up in one bite and turned it aside to enjoy it.

"By the way, I have to remind you something." Seeing Green walking away, Nolan pulled me into the small kitchen and said, "Last time you said that Green jumped on the desk and ate honey, I suddenly thought of a question, this The cupboard is much lower than the desk, and it would be a joke for Green to jump up on it, so it is best not to cook food here, otherwise the smell of oil and meat will definitely lure him up, and breaking pots and bowls will be a trivial matter. Come on, this kid has no sense of safety. If he bites off the gas pipe one night, you two will be reimbursed. "

"It makes sense." My scalp was a little numb, so I couldn't say that Green had been there once. One day when I was sleeping, I suddenly heard a clanging sound in the kitchen. I rushed over to take a look and found that Green had already visited the stove. The soy sauce was dripping everywhere. The plum blossoms were blooming everywhere due to the wolf's paws. The salt shaker on the cabinet was After being knocked over, Green's mouth was covered with white salt grains. Maybe it was too salty. Green choked his throat and coughed, and rushed out of the kitchen to look for water.

Later, I checked some information in detail and learned that animals also need to take in a certain amount of salt and sugar, but the things I feed often lack these two things, especially salt. I am always worried that eating salt will cause Green to lose his hair. But sometimes he would leave the good meat bones without chewing, but would dig out the bag of instant noodles I discarded in the trash can and lick them obsessively. No doubt the long-term needs of his own body induced him to instinctively look for these substances as a supplement. After knowing this, I often add a little salt to food, which is about one-seventh of a person's intake, and give the little guy some candy from time to time. As for how Green found out where the salt and honey were stored high above him, beyond his visual reach? It is estimated that from then on, Green's keen sense of smell began to mature and serve him in foraging.

I have been analyzing so much these days, but I have never noticed that the greasy gas hose, which is defenseless against the little wolf's fangs but wrapped in deadly poisonous gas, is indeed a serious safety hazard. Hidden danger.

Eliminate hidden dangers immediately! I climbed up into the cupboard and turned off the main gas valve, and carefully scrubbed the oil on the pipes and stove with dish soap.

Nolan leaned against the kitchen door and patiently watched me busy with my business. After a while, he suddenly said: "It's not suitable for you to open fire here, so you should go to my house to cook." Seeing my hesitation, Nolan insisted. : "I'm serious. Green will have to change his diet in the future. You have to cook and cook meat. He has strong jumping ability. What should I do if he jumps on the stove? Raising wolves is very energy-consuming. How can I live on instant noodles?" From now on, you can bring Green over for dinner. You cook, and I will watch the wolves for you. We will divide the work and do the purchasing, so you can stay with him 24 hours a day. What do you think? "

"Let me think about it again." I finished wiping the stove and dried the rag by the sink.

After exiting the kitchen, Nolan stepped on Green's backward bowl and looked down: "Wash this bowl too." Nolan bent down and was about to pick up the bowl, when Green screamed and rushed over and opened his mouth to bite. Nolan was unprepared and hurriedly withdrew his hands, really startled: "What happened to him?"

"I don't know? I don't usually act like this." I was also a little surprised.

"Is there something in the bowl?"

"No, I ate everything today. Did you know how to protect the bowl when changing food on the first day?"

"I've only heard of protecting food, but never of protecting the bowl after eating." Nolan shook his head.

Amid Green's threatening voice, we slowly took two steps back and watched as he, like a miser, tightly hugged the large plastic bowl with his two front paws on the back, pressing it to the ground to prevent it from moving at all.

"It's weird." I observed Green's movements carefully, and a prank idea emerged spontaneously. I patted Nolan playfully, "Just wait." After saying that, I turned around and ran to the refrigerator to search hard, and pulled out two paragraphs. Check the hardness of the croissant bamboo shoot tip. He quickly put the bamboo shoot tip in his mouth to look like two big fangs. He covered his mouth and ran back, squatting in front of Green.

"What are you doing?" Nolan asked suspiciously, not seeing what I was doing in the refrigerator with my back turned. I waved my hand at Nolan and winked slyly to let him wait and see the good show.

I stared directly at Green, who showed no signs of weakness and stared at me intently, with a direct gaze that only wild animals can have. This kind of gaze will never be seen in the eyes of pet dogs. Staring at each other is a kind of competition. Dogs will not compete with their owners. Many times I grabbed the fox’s cheek and forced him to look at me, but within ten seconds at most, he would look away with a guilty conscience. Green is a wolf, he is born with the ability to read the courage, strength and intention of the other party from his eyes. I suddenly thought that in Green's mind at this time, the staring contest in front of him would definitely show a series of parameters such as the soaring combat value, experience value, blood value and so on between the two sides in a fighting game. He calmly analyzed and judged these parameters.

I moved a little closer, and there was a low gurgling sound in Green's throat. I moved a little closer, which obviously broke through Green's safety critical point. He immediately lowered his head and turned his eyes to look at people more fiercely. The wolf's hair also stood up, trying to make himself look stronger and more powerful than usual. With a threatening growl, he wrinkled his nose and exposed his sharp baby teeth, and then showed an attack posture. I was waiting for this step, and suddenly put down the hand covering my mouth, and let out a roar of "Ah Wu", revealing my fierce look, revealing those two powerful and unparalleled eyes, bright and white like frost, terrifying and eerie. The "big fangs" are as sharp as a sharp knife and are sharp, crisp, and fresh!

Green was stunned for a moment, and let out a pitiful "Woo" sound. His teeth were no longer bared, his nose was no longer wrinkled, and his hair was flat. His ears that were originally arrogant and erect were as smooth as sails disappearing on the horizon. Behind the small head, the tail is tightly tucked under the belly, like a cooked lobster. Green barked like any frightened puppy, retreated and hid behind the flowerpot, and then poked half of his head out to look at me in horror. The pain of being bitten on the bridge of his nose when he was fighting for status with me a few days ago was obviously still fresh in his memory. But at this moment, I sprouted a pair of huge fangs for no reason, which frightened him out of his mind, and his little body was shaking like chaff.

Nolan was surprised and amused: "Don't scare him out of his heart disease, what kind of weird trick did you use!"

"This is called an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!" I tightened my shaky "teeth", feeling extremely proud.

Nolan laughed heartily and said nitpickingly: "If you could put your hair up, you would be even more lethal!"

"It's only after electricity." I answered unequivocally, my fangs dangling in my ecstatic mouth, ready to defect at any time.

Nolan laughed so hard that he almost didn't sit on the ground: "Hurry up and hold on, you'll laugh your big teeth off and you'll be in trouble."

I opened my teeth and slapped the little wolf again, and then opened the bowl on the ground in front of him. Green watched helplessly as his treasure was uncovered, wailing in despair, but he really didn't dare to continue provoking me.

The truth behind the secret at the bottom of the bowl was revealed. A piece of leftover chocolate had melted until half of it was stuck to the floor. It was the piece Nolan had just given him. On weekdays, milk and rice noodles are digested quickly, and a piece of chocolate as a snack is not a problem. But today Green ate all solid things, and his stomach was so full that there was no room for a piece of chocolate. For the first time, there was something leftover. of food, he decided to hide the chocolate for later enjoyment.

Nolan and I looked at each other in shock and were speechless. Wolves are experts at storing food. Unexpectedly, Green, who grew up without a pack of wolves, understood this without any instruction. It is the nature of wolves. I have to admire how mysterious genes are. Some abilities are sleeping in Green's genes since birth, waiting for one day to be awakened. However, in this city with many high-rise buildings, these talents may also sleep for a lifetime.

"Do I need to clean this chocolate?" Nolan asked.

Green screamed pitifully at me twice, and then wrinkled his nose and bared his teeth at Nolan - he and Nolan had not yet distinguished themselves in terms of status.

"Let him keep it. If his first collection is confiscated, he will hate you for the rest of his life. You have to respect his labor and privacy."

"Oh!" Nolan carefully pushed the bowl back to Green and stepped away respectfully.

Fighting for status, protecting and hiding food... these are just the beginning. As Greene grows up, more and more things belonging to the wolf's nature are revealed.

In order to grind Green's baby teeth, I purchased a lot of meat bones. I cooked the bones until they were fully cooked, and planned to gradually cook them a little less and then a little more until Green's stomach could tolerate them, until I could finally feed him raw meat directly. Green's enthusiasm for meat and bones was beyond my imagination. It was also at this time that I discovered that Green's extraordinary intelligence was also developing rapidly, and he had his own analysis and judgment on things.

After I cooled the cooked bones, I took them to Green's usual eating place on the balcony, picked up a bone and handed it to him. Before I even bent down, Green suddenly jumped up, snatched the bone with a beautiful turn in the air, and hid in his nest under the bed to gnaw on it. Of course, he wanted to find someone he thought was good for this rare delicacy. Safe place to eat alone. I looked down and saw how bad it was! The greasy mess under the bed is the worst thing to clean, and besides, the broom at home has been chewed by him to the point where it can no longer be used.

After a while, all the meat residue and cartilage on the bones were eaten away, and even the marrow was hooked out with his long tongue and no trace was left. Green sniffed that there was nothing left to chew, kicked the bones out, and ran up to the balcony, looking up at the basin containing the bones, eager to pounce. I quickly put the basin higher and took out another bone with more meat. In order to prevent him from dragging the bone into the bed again, I tied the bone firmly with one end of the rope and tied the other end to the railing of the balcony, and then threw the bone down. When I tied the rope, Green couldn't wait to jump and snatch it. Before the bone hit the ground, he was immediately intercepted by this kid in mid-air. He turned around and ran away. With a "Plop" sound, Green was pulled by the rope and turned sharply!

"Someone dares to snatch the food from the wolf's mouth?!" Little Green angrily bit the bone and struggled to snatch it. He stopped after pulling it a few times. He found that no one was snatching his bone, so why couldn't this bone be dragged away? Going? He held the bone in his mouth and tried to pull it twice more, looking left and right.

I was quite proud: "Little guy, you can't take away this piece of meat, just eat it here!"

Little Green looked up at me, put down the bone, stepped forward, picked up the rope, hung it on his back molars and clicked it twice, and the rope was immediately bitten off with a clean movement. Green blinked his big bright eyes at me, grinned to both sides with a sly smile, picked up the bones and went back under the bed. A half-cut rope hung in front of me, the cut neatly cut like a pair of scissors. He solved my childish tricks without any effort. I was surprised. The little wolf was only one and a half months old. When he saw the rope tied to the bones for the first time, he could accurately judge the relationship between the rope and the meat and bones. The wolf's amazing observation ability and problem-solving ability are much stronger than that of a dog, or even more intelligent than a one or two-year-old child. Green is indeed qualified to laugh at me.

Another morning, I was chopping meat and bones, and I accidentally cut my hand. The blood flowed profusely, and the pain made me squat on the ground. Little Green followed the sound and came over, whining with concern. When he saw that I was injured, he hurriedly stuck out his tongue to lick my wound. I instinctively pushed him away. Green hasn't been vaccinated yet, and there are too many bacteria in the wolf's saliva. How can he be allowed to lick the open wound? And, my God, how exciting would the blood be to him who was about to change his diet? Wolves are carnivores after all, and circus trainers often cause long-tamed carnivores to go wild because of the smell of blood in their wounds. What's more, this wolf from the native wilderness, if he becomes familiar with the smell of my blood... ..I didn’t dare to think about it anymore, a chill ran down my back.

Green shouted aggrievedly, not understanding why I flatly rejected his concern. He leaned closer tentatively and stuck out his tongue. I still pushed him away, although not as hard as before, but he was still very sad. He stepped back a few steps and slipped. The sticky red liquid on his paws made him very uncomfortable. He subconsciously licked it. He licked his little paw, then licked... Green's eyes suddenly changed. He immediately licked the red fishy liquid on the floor wildly, and couldn't stand still when his feet were on the blood. I slipped and fell several times, and my body, mouth, and face were covered in dazzling bright red. Green was still licking greedily regardless of everything, while rolling his eyes and looking at me, his expression and hunger were much crazier than drinking milk.

How ironic that my beloved little wolf's first display of wildness was to lick my blood. I stood aside, at a loss.

I couldn't let him classify the smell of my blood as food. I reluctantly stood up, picked up the bare broom and pushed Green away. Green took a few steps back and even bared his teeth at my wrinkled little nose! There's no point in being cruel, this precedent must not be set! I also showed my teeth and made a growling and threatening sound to see who was more ruthless! Green was stunned for a moment and took a few steps back, still showing his bloody teeth. He licked the tips of his teeth with his tongue, staring at the remaining blood on the ground and hesitated to move forward. I quickly covered the ground with a bunch of paper towels and wiped the blood clean. Green roared in his throat like an engine that could start at any time. His eyes were red, he lowered his head, squatted on his hind legs, and made a motion to pounce, but After all, he didn't pounce on me, but reluctantly watched me wipe away all these "delicious things", throw them in the trash can and carry them out the door. Green sniffed the closed door, and then sniffed the ground where the delicious food was flowing just now, feeling lost.

Dogs can't change from eating Sl*t, and wolves can't change from being bloodthirsty. Green has shown his passion for blood at such a young age, which is what we are most worried about. Nolan told me not to feed raw meat, as it would not bring out Green's wild nature. I was hesitant. Green had already changed his food. This was a problem he would have to face sooner or later. To some extent, whether to feed him raw meat meant whether to keep him as a pet or as a wild animal, and the choice between domestication and non-domestication. .

When I took Green for a walk in the community in the evening, Nolan said to me: "The wolf is a carnivorous beast after all. It grows up day by day. It's okay if he is full. If he is hungry one day, I am really worried about your safety."

"I understand, but after being together for so long, you can also understand how attached Green is to us. Wolves have feelings just like people. If everything is ignored and feelings are ignored, people will eat people. About babies online Tang’s reports are not once or twice. In comparison, some people are worse than wolves. I believe that everything has a limit. When the hunger limit is not reached, wolves will not lose their minds towards their closest companions. of."

"But you are not his kind. You are a human. Can there be feelings between humans and wolves that go beyond hunger? That is simply a fairy tale."

"How do you know if you don't try? We've all heard too many made-up fairy tales, why not see what real fairy tales are like?"

Nolan sighed: "Wolves love to eat meat. I'm just afraid that you will cause trouble by raising wolves."

"It's not just wolves that love meat. People also love meat. When wolves eat people, people eat wolves! The relationship between humans and wolves has always been mutually restraining, and now the balance has long been tilted seriously. People eat wolves. "Wolf Widow, you can imagine how scared wolves are of people. But Green believes in me, why can't I trust him?"

Nolan frowned slightly and remained silent. Over there, Green crawled toward the water lily pond, stretched out his thin neck to focus on the fish inside, and even stretched out his nose to smell it. He didn't know what thoughts were running in his little head. Looking at the rising and falling fish backs, Green finally couldn't help but stretch out his claws to scratch them. "Wow!" The school of fish dispersed in a rush, and the tumbling tails of the fish splashed water all over his head. Green shook his wet hair violently, and a layer of crystal water mist suddenly emerged. Green looked at the empty water surface and the fish hiding in the depths again, and then ran towards us feeling lost.

"I will take care of myself, trust me, okay?" I comforted softly.

Nolan nodded: "Let me help you collect more information about the wolf, especially his character and behavior. I hope it will be helpful to you. But I can't tell which ones are true and which ones are false."

"I will figure it out as I get along with Green slowly."

"What's wrong with my hand?" Nolan suddenly discovered the wound I had wrapped randomly. I quickly retracted my hand and hid it behind my back. Nolan became anxious and grabbed my hand: "Did you get bitten?"

"No, I accidentally chopped the bones myself."

"Can you save me some peace of mind?" Nolan picked up Green and dragged me upstairs, "Go home and apply some medicine!"