Wolf's Return to the Wild Chapter 8

As Green grew older, it became increasingly difficult to hide him in the city. Ever since I discussed the dog ban with the middle-aged dog owner on the lawn beside Huanhua Creek, the question of Green’s future has been weighing heavily on my mind. I have dreamed of sending him back to the Zoige Grassland countless times, but can a wolf raised by humans maintain his wild nature? This question has always bothered me.

Once, Nolan killed a mouse at home, and I suddenly had the idea to give the mouse to Green to see how he would react. But that time, I felt that Green was still young and had not yet finished his vaccinations. In addition, rats were too disgusting, so I gave up the idea.

The mice in Nolan's house are very persistent. These days, they found their footprints on the coffee table in the living room, chewing up all the roses on the coffee table. Nolan came up with a bad idea and enlisted Green to take action. The smell of natural enemies would definitely make the rats flee.

I was invited to take Green to Nolan's home. Little did I know that Green was more destructive than a mouse. When I entered the house, I searched for it. Everything on the coffee table was messed up, and no one was spared. The two of us hurriedly followed behind to clean up the snatch. Green grabbed a bag of sesame candy in one mouthful, ran away immediately, and started chewing it on the mat at the door. I tried to snatch it, but Nolan said helplessly: "Forget it, look at him. That food-protecting sample can't be snatched away."

I had no choice but to give up and smiled bitterly: "Looking at what he has done to your family, he might as well be making a rat." I took out a small piece of meat from the refrigerator and waved it in front of Green. He threw away the sesame candy and took a big bite. , I was already on guard against what he would do, so I quickly stepped back and led him to the balcony, threw the meat out, and closed the balcony screen door. When Green rushed out, swallowed the meat in one gulp, and turned around to run towards me, he hit the screen door, bounced back and fell to his feet. He turned over and was stunned for a moment, then carefully figured out how this strange barrier separated him from his mother. He bumped it several times but couldn't open it. He paced back and forth and couldn't find any other entrance.

Nolan and I looked at his expression proudly in the room. Green shouted at me several times, as if he didn't understand why his mother didn't come over to help him. I ignored him and started cleaning up the living room that he had messed up. He was very dissatisfied and walked around anxiously on the balcony. Sometimes he stuck his head out of the railing and looked at the traffic downstairs. Sometimes he sniffed a few pots of flowers and plants on the balcony. Sometimes he lay on the soft screen window and looked inside. Look carefully. The hook-clawed screen window made him discover the fatal flaw of this barrier. This screen window, which usually can isolate the honest fox, cannot stop a little wolf that wants to run back to its mother's arms. Green opened his big mouth and bit into several holes in the screen window, and pulled it back with all his strength. With a squeaking sound, the screen window was torn open vertically, and the screen door was about to collapse. Before we could stop it, Green had already He got in through the torn gap and ran into the room. I hurriedly ran over and held down Green, who was running towards me. Green was very kind and could not help acting coquettishly in my arms. He obviously thought that it was commendable that he had overcome difficulties and came to his mother's side. He regarded my hug as a sign of praise. Commendation.

"We underestimated him." Nolan pushed open the broken invisible screen door, "Close the glass door." I nodded, carried Green to the balcony, pushed him out, quickly stepped back, and closed the glass door. , this time Green didn't rush into him like crazy. He smelled the hard and cold breath of glass, and finally understood that it was not an accident, but his mother locked him up deliberately. Green looked at me aggrievedly and groaned, his eyes flickering with question marks. He didn't understand why his mother, who had never restricted his freedom, wanted to lock him up today. He began to launch a fierce eye attack on me, infinitely cute and innocent, and sat obediently, whimpering pitifully in a high voice and a low voice: "Oh oh---ah woo---ah um--" ---Wuyi---" (Mom, am I wrong? The way mom looked at me, mom let me in, I am your cutest son...) Nolan stepped aside to stop him. With this electric look in his eyes, he knocked on the glass: "You can't survive this time, are you? You're biting the glass!" A trace of anger quickly flashed across Green's eyes, and my heart skipped a beat: "Nolan, don't mess with him!" Nolan shrugged: "Can your son still break open the glass door?" I shook my head and nodded. Green's eyes were so profound that I really couldn't guess what was going on in his little wolf head.

Green no longer counted on me. He stopped his eye attack and paced back and forth to examine the environment. Finally he calmed down and stared at the traffic downstairs in a daze. Five minutes passed and he did not move. Nolan said: "Okay, calm down, you can go about your business." I nodded and got up to pour tea.

"Oh---" the voice was shrill and long, and the "stolen gong" started beating wildly again! My temples felt like they were going to explode, and the boiling tea poured onto my hands.

"Woo---" came out again. I blew my hot hand and looked back, Green was snarling condescendingly in front of the rolling traffic. I felt like my whole body was quickly enveloped by a chill. It was like a cold water snake was slowly crawling up my spine, and my hairs all stood up. Nolan also heard the sound and rushed over: "What's going on? What kind of monster are you making? Are you so scared?" I quickly squatted in front of the door and knocked on the glass: "Green, don't scream! Ask me to bite you again!" Green Leisurely turned around, glanced at me with a sly and challenging look, took another deep breath, raised the tone another octave, and continued to "broadcast" to the whole world: "Oh-oh---oh---" Green found that the sound of howling on the balcony carried very far. I had goosebumps all over my body: "Don't pay, little ancestor, please stop barking. I beg you, please! Don't even think about sending the neighbor to the zoo if you report me later! Mommy will give you meat to eat!" I quickly put out the sesame candy. The food and meat were thrown to him through the crack in the door. Seeing that my attitude was much better, Green raised his head proudly and continued to fight for his rights with "Wolf Song Online".

"Ooo---Oh---Ooo---" seemed to announce to all the citizens, "Look, there is a wolf here, come and report me!"

Nolan covered his ears: "Forget it, let him in. Yinfeng is miserable. If someone reports it, it will be over!"

I really learned what it means to cry like a ghost, and I opened the door with a wry smile. Then Green took the meat that he had bribed him with and swallowed it hard. He walked into the house unhurriedly and licked his mouth when he walked past me. Today, the karaoke artist looked at me with a look that was still full of meaning: "Do you still dare to shut me down?" I was so angry and funny that I raised my leg and kicked him on his round a**. He was kicked. He turned over and hugged my feet, happily chewing them.

This guy is so cunning. Not only can he take advantage of the environment, he can also see through all people's thoughts and find out the other person's weaknesses. But who taught him this? Could it be that he has been thinking about me since he was a child? Today he actually got his way again, so heartbreaking!

While Nolan and I were busy at work, Green was messing around at Nolan's house. In order to appease him, Nolan turned on the TV and played the documentary "Animal World". This trick really worked. Green immediately calmed down, so we consciously found some documentaries about wolves to show him. Every time Green heard the documentary As soon as the sound of animals in the room sounded, he immediately ran over and stared at it intently. Whenever there is a scene where the little wolf appears, he will squeak excitedly and rush forward to meet him. When the camera changed, he would wander around the TV again with a blank look on his face, humming in disappointment.

Green's memory was getting stronger and stronger, and his interest waned after showing a film two or three times. Nolan gave him a new documentary, so Green watched it intently again. In the past two months, Green carefully watched at least dozens of documentaries about wolves, as well as some other "Animal World" films. Whenever a wolf howled in the film, he responded with seriousness. Nolan joked: "Multimedia teaching, this is a wolf receiving modern education." Indeed, how many wolves have watched TV? But every time we see Green looking anxiously and expectantly at his wolf companion on the TV, we feel sad.

"He's so lonely, it would be nice to have some company."

"Take the fox over..." Nolan and I said at the same time, and then both of us laughed.

Soon, as soon as the young enemies met at Nolan's home, they began to have endless tossing. With the fox by his side, Green's mood suddenly brightened, and he became more energetic to cause trouble in heaven. He also encouraged the fox to make trouble with him, but the fox abided by his duty as a dog. He knew that I was protecting Green, so he tried to keep a low profile. Although every time Green made trouble, the fox would wisely go to the most conspicuous place in front of me and Nolan, indicating that those treacherous and destructive activities had nothing to do with the fox, but the fox still could not avoid accompanying Green to be punished. Once, the fox also saw an opportunity and lured Green to the sticky mouse board in the kitchen. When Green crawled out of the kitchen like a turtle with the sticky mouse board on his head, Nolan and I were shocked. The glue on the sticky mouse board cannot be washed off! I had to use my poor skills to cut off a layer of lanugo hair on the right side of Green's body.

In order not to cause accidental injuries, Nolan and I removed all the mouse-catching tools and had no choice but to let the mice run rampant.

Unexpectedly, a few days later, the mouse we tried so hard to catch actually slipped and fell into the half-bucket of water left in the bathroom and drowned. The mouse is quite big and has bulging flesh. I was dancing with joy.

"How to deal with it?" Nolan asked.

"Feed the wolf!" I said bitterly, remembering that I accidentally stuck Green's sticky mouse board in order to catch this mouse.

We took Green and Fox to the outskirts as usual, but the difference was that today there was a dead mouse. I tied the dead mouse with a rope and put it in a shoe box. Green had already smelled something special about the shoe box that attracted him, but he didn't quite understand what it was. He couldn't wait to grab the lid of the shoe box, and ran away with it in his mouth. After running around for a while, he realized that the real source of the smell was the mouse. So he dropped the lid and immediately pounced on the mouse, biting it and not letting go, using all his strength. His strength struggled with the rope that tied the mouse. The fox stood proudly next to me, watching with scorn as Green snatched the mouse to death. As the saying goes, "a dog meddles with a mouse," and the fox had no interest in these "non-business" matters.

"Come and hold the rope." I called to Nolan, wanting to take a commemorative photo of Green eating raw food for the first time before he snatched the mouse away.

Nolan took the rope, and Green roared and pulled hard to compete with Nolan. Seeing Green's desperate effort to not let go, Nolan curiously pulled the rope up, and Green gritted his teeth and kept going. Lifting it up, Green was suspended in the air like a fish in front of us. Nolan lifted Green up and down the rope, swinging it around a few times like a merry-go-round in the park, but Green still gritted his teeth and refused to let go.

Nolan was surprised and funny. Looking at the little wolf Green hanging in the air looking for meat or life, I was speechless.

The dead rat was torn apart by Green's waist. Green quickly swallowed half of the rat meat without even chewing it. He immediately jumped up, bit the remaining half of the rat meat in one bite, and dragged the wolf with a "snap" sound due to the force of its falling body. Break the rope and snatch the mouse away. This series of actions immediately reminded me of the description of the wolf hunting the horses in "Wolf Totem". The wolf jumped up and bit the horse's belly, hanging under the galloping horse's belly in a suicidal attack, even if it was violently attacked. The horse's hooves stomped to pieces, but there was no way the wolf would let go. This wolfish nature of risking one's life to achieve one's goal makes people unconvinced.

Greene ate the dead rat cleanly, including the skin, bones and intestines, and then wiped his mouth in the grass with satisfaction. This was the first time that Green let me understand his enthusiasm for whole prey--Green was a wolf after all, and was born to eat raw meat.

For the first time, I proposed to Nolan the idea of   sending Green back to the grassland. Nolan smiled, probably thinking that there were too many ideal elements in this matter: "Can a wolf raised by humans still be wild? He can hunt on his own. Is it true that tigers who are accustomed to eating well in the zoo are too lazy to catch them when they are fed live food? "What Nolan was worried about was what I was worried about, so we decided to try to see if Green, who had been eating cooked food, was still alive! Has a hunting instinct.

I took a small animal stuffed animal, tied it with a rope and dragged it quickly past Green. When Green saw the running thing, he immediately chased it and caught it in his mouth. The fox also barked and joined in the hunting game, but of course he You can't beat Green. Unexpectedly, Green snatched the puppet and bit it a few times and realized that it was a fake living thing. Then he lost interest in it, stared at me with a deceived look, and left. When the fox saw that Green had given up, he was happy to get an advantage and happily brought the puppet back to me to claim credit.

Nolan said: "Green still has the desire to hunt."

I shook my head. Green was probably just for fun, and it didn't mean he could hunt. The only way to try it was with live animals.

A few days later, we managed to buy a live chicken and drove Green and Fox to the countryside. Nolan was driving, and I was sitting in the passenger seat. Green and the fox were squeezed side by side at my feet. The fox lay obediently at my feet and slept, but Green was unwilling to give in. He took advantage of the situation and stepped on the fox's body to climb up. He wanted to climb up to the car window and look at the scenery outside, but the dog and wolf brothers struggled like this all the way until they reached the wilderness grassland in the suburbs.

Green looked at the chicken curiously. He had never seen such a feathered two-legged animal. However, the well-informed fox went up to smell the chicken's B*tt and watched the fun with interest. Seeing that there was no danger to the fox approaching the chicken, Green boldly stepped forward. The chicken, which was used to being raised by others, stood there without any reaction. At first, I tied the chicken to a small tree to prevent it from running away, but Green snapped the rope and broke it, and the chicken also stayed in place and didn't even try to escape. Desires are lacking, which makes people think of the idiom "stupid as a dumbfounded chicken". The domestic animals raised by humans are really miserable. Let alone spirituality, they don't even feel the threat of life and death.

Green stretched out his mouth and cupped the chicken, then took the chicken wings in his mouth, lifted them up and took a look, just like a naughty kid lifting up a little girl's skirt. The chicken still didn't move, and Green walked away without interest. I wonder if he thought it was another puppet. I'm disappointed, it seems that Green really lacks wildness. I was about to take the chicken away. I just grabbed the rope and dragged it. When Green saw the chicken moving, his expression changed drastically. He rushed to grab it. I had never seen him so impulsive. His wolf ears kept trembling and wolf blood rushed to his head. , his eyes sparkled as if electrified, and the tip of his tail was as lively as a little loach, trembling on the ground.

The fox also came up to catch the chicken and make fun of it. The chicken crowed "cluck" several times, and Green actually hit the chicken belly and chewed it fiercely. Then, he whipped his head and bit it. Blood spattered everywhere in an instant, making the wolf's head and chicken feathers red. Only then did the stupid chicken scream and flap its wings wildly, as if waking up from a dream, and began to struggle. I was startled and quickly stepped aside. The fox was also shocked. When had he seen this scene before? He was so frightened that he stood in front of the chicken with his mouth hanging out and his tongue hanging out. The fox was obviously standing too close to Green's trophy, and Green wrinkled his nose at him. The smell of chicken blood instantly awakened the little wolf's wild nature, and his murderous intention rose.

"Fox, get out of the way!" I hurriedly called to the fox. The fox quickly retreated, shrank under my body and trembled, never showing its head again.

The chicken was still flapping and the blood was still splattering. Although Green didn't know how to pluck the feathers of the chicken, he was born to eat the meat. He opened the chicken's belly, tore the meat and swallowed the blood. In the blink of an eye, half of the chicken was gone. Entered Green's stomach. I was happy and surprised. What I was happy about was that Green still had the indelible predatory instinct of the wolf and had the urge to hunt. This was a healthy and normal psychological manifestation of the wolf cub, which made me see the hope of rewilding; what I was surprised about was that it was just The two-month-old Green's bloodthirsty nature is so wild. Nolan and I suddenly looked at the little wolf that had been raised like a puppy in a different light, and a feeling of awe for the original predators emerged spontaneously.

Green's genes are deeply copied with a set of survival codes unique to the wolf tribe. As time goes by, the body slowly grows. As long as there are appropriate conditions and opportunities, the codes will be automatically activated one by one, making them self-taught. Lovingly and tenaciously showing the nature of being a wolf.

"Genes are really amazing things." Nolan said while driving, and then there was a long silence. I know what he's worried about.