Otherworldly beast face

I don't know why I'm here or what's going on, but I do know that I'm a dog now, a wild dog.

I don't know where this is, I only know that this is a wild grassland, I don't know if this is a primitive grassland in the past, a protected park now, or a doomsday world in the future, I just know that I must live.

At the beginning, when I opened my eyes, I knew that I was not a wolf. Although I looked alike, I was not.

I've seen wild dogs, luckily I'm handsomer than him, and I've seen wolves, luckily they're cleaner.

In this prairie, the lion is the king, but it does not mean that the lion can sit back and relax. Similarly, they also have their fears.

I'm just a dog, a dog with no pack, no family, no partner, no kids.

So before learning to survive and hunt, I learned self-knowledge.

The only thing that makes me different is that I have white fur, but this does not make me proud, because in the grassland, white means that you have lost the protective color that God gave you, and you are more likely to be found than others of the same kind. easier to hunt.

So I can only survive by working harder than other animals, being crueler than other animals, and having more endurance than them.

Here you have no greater purpose, nor can you have a greater purpose, your only purpose is to live, to live longer and longer than other animals.

White color, known as a kind of albinism in zoology, is also a kind of genetic mutation, the probability of appearing is extremely small, and once it appears, it will either die young or become king.

I have seen the dead body of a little white monkey, which was scrambled by a group of wild dogs, and I have also seen a white lion king.

I don't want to be the king of dogs or wolves, nor the white monkey.

I once spent three years traveling all over the grasslands, including forests, grasslands, rivers, mountains, swamps and even deserts.

I never knew which country's nature reserves can have such a large area, although I don't understand why I even know the concept of "national nature reserves".

I don't have any talent for naming, so I just call this grassland grassland.

There are many animals on the grassland, among which the wildebeest attracts my attention the most.They migrate throughout the year.In winter, it crosses the grassland from the north of the grassland, crosses the mountains, crosses the river, and even crosses the swamp to the grassland in the south.In summer they return by the same route.

I have followed them across the north and south of the grassland, and I don't understand why they sacrificed nearly half of the wildebeest to reach the other side of the grassland when they can reproduce in one place?

But after thinking hard, I could only answer that this is fate and God's arrangement.Although I don't know who God is.

In front of me is a wildebeest, a full-grown wildebeest.

Wildebeests are very alert, and they will run away at the slightest disturbance, and their running speed can't even keep up with ordinary leopards, so I can only kill them with one blow.

I have been lurking here for two days, and I know that the herd of wildebeest will leave tomorrow to go to the valley in the north, and I also know that spring is the season of estrus for wildebeest, and the wildebeest I am watching is in estrus.

Few animals like to provoke a rutting animal because they are irritable and irritable.And I'm just the opposite.

Covered in dust and dirt, I lay down in the grass, waiting, and I've been doing this for at least three hours without the wildebeest noticing me.

A beautiful female wildebeest appeared in front of the male wildebeest, I focused, I knew my chance had come.

Soon, another male wildebeest also appeared. In any group, females like strong males, so there are not a few male animals that lose their lives due to fighting every year.

The battle between wildebeests is not beautiful. The most beautiful fight I have ever seen is two male firefoxes. Their fur looks like morning glow jumping in the grass, drawing a beautiful semicircle, whether it is in the morning sun or in the sunset, They are all beautiful.

If the battle between foxes is graceful, it is brutal among wildebeests.

Hitting with horns, biting with mouth, roaring of anger and pain made my blood boil.

I don't know how old I am, and I don't know why I don't have the estrus period that all animals have, but I am very happy, because in my opinion, the estrus period means a dangerous period, which means that I may lose my life. killed.

Compared with being alive, estrus does not seem to be so exciting.

It won!It is indeed my favorite wildebeest!

The other wildebeest has disappeared. Survival on the grassland is harsh and life is cruel.Here, the loser is never the subject of the melody.

I am still waiting.

The victorious wildebeest screamed to the sky in order to announce its victory, and the female wildebeest stayed by his side docilely, waiting for his luck.

Rough mating often means the arrival of new life. Although I am not ashamed of this behavior, it cannot stop my reverence for life.

Mating animals are protected by the herd, so I still haven't moved.

The sun is gradually going west, and the prairie will enter the night carnival.

When the wildebeest dismounted from the female for the last time, I moved.

I can't see the weeds flying past clearly, and I can't hear the screams of wildebeest scattered in panic. All I can see is the male wildebeest that has fought and mated!

I have observed herds of wildebeest. Although they are protected by the group during mating, it is impossible for the protectors to stare at them all the time. Wildebeests also have a certain time and regularity in mating. So as time goes by, the protectors also have a certain law and nature. Naturally, when the wildebeest has just finished mating, they relax their vigilance against the wildebeest. Although the body is still standing there, the spirit has already reached the next step to be protected. There are protected wildebeests, and this time is the best time to hunt.