Go wild with the wild(10)
--------Jesse(Original)
(10)
The life of wolves
The worst trouble facing her was short of food. She hunted out every night. Sometimes she hunted a Mongolian gazelle, then perhaps nothing, and the next night, perhaps a ground squirrel.
Purple and her siblings were growing bigger. the she-wolf was never as cheerful as she cast a glimpse of her babies every time. A great sense of happiness filled her heart and mind. Now she was so pleased to be able to feed the whole family, that she was never meloncholy even a moment.
The life of a grassland wolf was her cubs, her hunts and then herself. That was all. However, the life of this sort was all the time tough, full of danger at any moment. All around her were hunting rifles, hunting dogs, hunting knives, and spring slips, of which one was enough to bring an end to her life.
A life full of adventures was exciting, as well as dreadful. Yet a life without danger was never called the life of grassland wolves. As long as a wolf lives, and hunts, the life will never cease. The game of hunt and chase was just her whole life.
Having one leg lost on the spring clips, is too common to make a fuss. Being killed to death is another game, which wolves never complain about.
Being born a grassland wolf, in the she-wolf's mind, was a large amount of fun. It was a pleasure to roam and wander freely on the grasslands. This is a life filled with freedom and wisdom, as well as filled with dreams and memories.
Living in the wild nature as wild wolves, makes every wolf a brave hunter, although it is often being hunted by civilized hunters. Being butchered after a fiece fight is never a shame. It is not horrible, but glorious. Sometimes the queer idea came to her mind, but she didn't give a reasonable explanation.
Yes, perhaps, a life of a grassland wolf is more puzzled than reasonable. Hunting and being hunted are the same, as long as she uses her mind best. (to be continued)
