Go wild with the wild(21----22)

                       Go wild with the wild(21----22)

                                       --------Jesse(Original)

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                            Playmates

        Green was male, while Yellow was famale. Apart from feeding, they both were kind to Purple, and Purple got along quite will with them. Green was handsome, clever, while Yelow was plain, and dull. They two were quite the opposite.

        Purple preferred to play with Green. In her opinion, Green was more understanding than Yellow. Sometimes, they played games with their mother. "The eagle catches chickens" was one of the favourite, which the she-wolf just taught them, in order to train them to be swifter and faster.

        The she-wolf would stand firm, Green stood behind her biting her mother's tail. Yellow was at the back, biting the tail of Green. Purple played the eagle, standing face to face with the she-wolf.

        Purple turned left and right, to and fro, forwards and backwards, intending to catch green or yellow. At last, she caught Yellow, because Yellow was always slow. Now it was the turn of Yellow to play the eagle. Purple went back to the line, biting the tail of green. Of course, Yellow would remain as the eagle for quite a long time until they were all tired. 

        Ever since Purple found out she had no tail, she was sensitive to this, and every time they played, she insisted on playing the eagle, or stood at the back of the line. Once in s while she lost self-confidence, but quite soon, she recovered from it, and forgot all about this.

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                        Sacrifices to the deceased

        It began to snow, and harsh winter days befell the immense expanse of the wilderness. Green and Yellow were big and alert enough to go hunting alone. The she-wolf relieved to bring an end to the occupied year. She was much exausted from the care of the two cubs, except whom, she still had Purple to care for.

        Purple was stout enouh to go out alone. She was as swift as a grassland hare.

        Toward evening, it blew hard and snow was falling heavily. the she-wolf thought of that snowy evening, when she first met Purple and brought her back to the cave. This evening was rather like that. The past reminded her of the dead woman, the true mother of Purple.

        The she-wolf had long had the thought to bring Purple back to where she was last left behind. In fact, she intended to send Purple back to her world.

       A Couple of days ago, the she-wolf made an inspection tour of the nearby and she found the place where she and Purple first met a year ago. Then she made her way southwards, about 12 miles far away, to her great surprise she finally found  human dwellings.

       The snowy evening, the she-wolf got all her children together, ready to make a fresh journey.

        The pack family made their way in the wilderness one by one, with Purple at the back.

        When they got to a path bend, where there were some bushes. Here, there were nothing but bushes, however they found a mound. The she-wolf was too wise to guess, perhaps the woman was burried here by somebody else. It was not common on grasslands, but she knew clearly and well, this was right where the woman lay a year ago.

        The she-wolf stopped. She paused for quite a long time in silence, without any move. She remained motionless as if she was stricken by something that was unkown to her children. With an effort, she called Purple to come up, and howled deep to her.

        In some way, there was a tacit understanding between any mother and baby, with which a weak implication could bring them to an unspoken consensus. Now, it was just the time of this kind. Purple was a little sensible to what the she-wolf implied to her.

        It must be her grave, she thought. Then she murmured to Purple. At first Purple was in a puzzle. Finally she sensed a little, and howled at the grave for quite a ling time.

        Was it true that Purple have a sense of what was a grave? Was she in the mood of paying sacrifices to her own mother? Perhaps she was, and perhaps not. In any case the she-wolf had her long dream turned into an reality. She had and would have no regrets to Purple.  (to be continued)