Otherworldly beast face

The hunting process is not so popular. Anyone who has seen carnivorous animals hunt will involuntarily express sympathy for the weak.

But nature's law of survival is not that sympathy can survive.

The survival of the fittest is the same for the same kind.

So, when I was biting the wildebeest's throat tightly, the wildebeest herd screamed, but no one came to help, even the female wildebeest who had been lucky just now disappeared.

She has fulfilled her mission, and now her only task is to reproduce offspring, as for the male who provided her with sperm, she has no trace in her heart.

I don't know why, but I feel a little sad.Is this the law of nature?Is survival to reproduce?

Why, I became a dog?Why, am I not human?

Although images of so-called people kept flashing in his mind, the biting action did not stop.

I can't eat an adult male wildebeest myself, so I have to eat the best part as soon as possible, and leave the rest for other animals.

In fact, it’s not that I act noble, but that I understand better than them that in the law of nature, we are just a drop in the ocean, no animal can live alone, and we can’t say that we help each other, we can only be regarded as taking what we need.

When I have seen lions eat, they are in groups, so no matter how much they hunt, they will not be enough, so they protect their food.

As for me, I don’t have a lot of food. Instead of wasting it, it’s better to let other animals divide the body. It can be said that I am still very confident in predation.

Sure enough, as I expected, the wild dogs came first.

Wild dogs can be said to be the most unpopular race on this grassland. They are in groups, bullying the weak and afraid of the strong, always waiting for other animals to hunt before coming to steal food.

But I don't have any hatred for them, maybe it's because of the same race.

This time it was a wild dog mother, but what made me wonder why was she the only one?

The wild dog mother is still very afraid of me. For her, being able to hunt large prey alone means strength and means that she can hurt her at any time, so she is always careful about me who is working hard.

I ignored her and bit open the belly of the wildebeest. I want to eat some offal first, because the rich nutrition in the offal can make me stronger.

Seeing that I didn't mean to chase her away, she hurriedly tore a piece, and immediately ran away a few steps with it in her mouth.

Sensing her movements, I looked up and found that she was staring at me at a distance of two or three meters, so I ignored her and continued my eating.

My reaction made the wild dog mother bolder. This time, she was no longer careful, but started to eat with big mouthfuls.

I looked at her carefully from the corner of my eye. This is a breastfeeding mother. She must eat a lot to ensure her milk.

I have infinite reverence for life, so I am even more in awe of the mother who gave life.

I don't have a mother, but that doesn't mean I don't understand mothers.

Various movies are staged on the prairie every day, horror, disaster, funny...the most touching thing is maternal love.

The wildebeest mother can fight the crocodile for the little wildebeest, the lion's mother leaves the herd for the little lion's sake, the bird's mother dies in the belly of the snake for the little bird...

So I respect life and respect my mother.

Wild dogs don't eat much, so when she was done, I was still eating.

A large wildebeest is very attractive, not only attracting wild dogs, but also vultures who have a soft spot for corpses.

I hate vultures very much. They always come in groups to fight for food, but I know that they are necessary in this grassland, because they will not reproduce if they rot, and they will eat the rotten corpses , to ensure the health of grassland animals.

I know, but when the corpses are fresh, I hate them.

Roaring, warning, I hope they understand that although I am a dog, this wildebeest is my trophy.

For my threats and warnings, the vultures just jumped away lazily, and once I started eating again, they would gather again.

My aunt can bear it, but my uncle can't.

I jumped suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, I jumped onto a vulture next to me.

The bloody and stinking mouth almost engulfed the vulture's head.

The body underfoot was stiff and trembling.

I didn't kill him. Except for the necessary food, I rarely hunt. I don't know if it's by nature or a posturing. I hate blood.

It’s still an old saying, besides reverence, I also cherish life.

I suddenly lost my temper, and let the hordes of vultures know how powerful I was. Prapura spread his wings and flew into the sky. Compared with food, life is more important.

Letting go of the vulture under my feet, I returned to the wildebeest without even looking at him, and the wild dog mother hadn't left yet.

She circled the wildebeest with great reluctance. I knew she didn't know when she would eat next time, so she was reluctant to give up.

With a slight sigh, he tore off a front leg vigorously, and threw it in front of the wild dog's mother with a flick of his neck.

She looked at me in surprise, maybe she has never seen a beast like me.

Although it was a surprise, it was more a surprise. She hurriedly grabbed her front legs and left here quickly.

Sigh, she must leave, because the lion is coming soon.

Lions can be said to be the default kings on the grasslands, so each lion group has its own territory.

Because I have traveled all over the grassland, I know that there are three powerful lion groups in the whole grassland. According to the direction, they are divided into three big lion groups: East, South and West. Among them, the Southern Lion King is a white lion.

And where I am right now is where the three prides meet, which I call the public domain.

In this field, lions rarely appear, but I don’t know what happened to the southern lions recently. They actually migrated here collectively and started hunting in public areas, so I can often see them.

There is no such thing as self-esteem in the animal world. As long as you can survive, snatching food is a common occurrence, so it doesn't matter if you are a lion or a dog.

According to past experience, the southern lion group should have come over, I don't know why it is a little slow today.

I don’t know if it counts as people downstairs waiting for the sound of taking off their shoes upstairs before going to sleep. Anyway, I’m used to seeing them before leaving.

Finally, the white figure of the Southern Lion King appeared in sight, along with the prey in his mouth, the wild dog mother I just drove away.

For the wild dog mother, this ending is both expected and unexpected.

A single wild dog is easy to be hunted, but I clearly saw that the mother wild dog leaves in a different direction than the lion came, and there are ready-made wildebeests here, why does the Southern Lion King go out to hunt wild dogs? ?

Soon, the Southern Lion King came to me with the wild dog mother in his mouth.With a flick of the head, the wild dog's body fell to the ground, along with the front leg of the wildebeest I gave her.

For a moment, I was a little dazed.Could it be that the Southern Lion King thought it was the wild dog mother who stole my food, so he captured her and gave it to me?

But immediately I shook my head again, can a lion have such a high IQ?

I looked up at the Southern Lion King in confusion. I was in awe of him, but I was not afraid of him.

The white male lion looked at me calmly, he was no longer afraid of me, but I also understood that he had no intention of hunting me. Could it be that he also understood that it was not easy for the "white race" to survive?

There is no language between animals, let alone the premise that they are not of the same race, even the roar does not understand what it means, so the Southern Lion King just looked at me for a while, then turned his head and started eating the wildebeest.

Seeing the lion king start to eat, the other lions also started to eat.

I looked at the butts of this group of lions very depressed. Well, although I am full, it is my trophy after all, so why don’t you take me seriously at all?

At this moment, several carnivorous lion cubs in the lion pride suddenly ran up to me, bared their teeth and yelled at me a few times, and then began to fight for the dead dog mother's body in front of me.

Before I could react, the lion king who was eating suddenly jumped in front of me and roared at his children, scaring the cubs and running away immediately.

I stared dumbfounded at the white butt, what does this lion mean?

The lion king didn't go back to eat the wildebeest, but turned his head to look at me.

I couldn't help it, I shivered, as if, maybe, maybe I saw a smile in his eyes?

Lions laugh?No less than wildebeest can eat meat.

Although I felt a little sympathetic when I first saw the dead dog mother, after all, there were still a few little wild dogs waiting to be fed behind her, and her death would directly lead to the death of several little wild dogs.But this is the natural law of survival, and sympathy cannot be eaten.

So I don't feel sorry for the dead dog mother, and I don't mind if she can feed a few lion cubs.

But what puzzled me was the behavior of the big white lion king. He thought the wild dog mother had robbed me of food?Does he feel he owes me for eating my prey?He thinks killing the wild dog mother is to repay me? ...

Again, do lions have such a high IQ?