In the days of surviving in the fairy forest

It was getting close to dusk, and the brown jackal colony was far away, so Rick left the brown jackal to sleep in the stone house for one night. The next morning, he packed up and prepared to follow him to the brown jackal colony.

"Chewing mint leaves is good for teeth," Rick smiled and took the mint leaves, "Come and try."

The brown jackal's eyes widened, and he tilted his head to look at the squirrel next to him with a face full of bitterness and hatred, and then smelled the pungent smell of mint leaves. He was so startled that his ears were pressed against his cheeks, and he leaned back forcefully, resisting with all his body and mind.

"Reward honey candy after chewing." The little fox added, wagging his tail and bending his eyes.

With a whimper like lightning, the brown jackal bit the mint leaf and tried hard to chew it. If the squirrel hadn't stopped it quickly, it would have almost swallowed it.

Could it be that he didn't eat enough last night? Why does the brown jackal look so hungry?Rick scratched his head in embarrassment, didn't say anything, just filled the brown jackal with a bag full of honey candies.

……

The place where the brown jackals lived was far away from the stone house, and they had to pass through several forests and climb over another mountain. Even if they set off early in the morning and did not stop, it would take half an afternoon to arrive.

In the gap between the two mountains, a stream flows into it, forming a natural valley.The towering peaks on both sides completely block the sunlight. It is still a sunny day when the sun is shining brightly, but the valley is still dark and gloomy. The brown soil and bare rocks are all over the valley. Except for scattered moss, there is almost no green.

Seven or eight little wolf cubs, imitating the hunting action of adult wolves, gnawed on the stone next to them in a serious manner, accidentally knocked their teeth, covered their paws with whimpers, and rolled a few times, and then forgot about it in a blink of an eye After that, they happily chased and fought each other.

There were also two brown jackals lying on the edge of the valley, looking around vigilantly and looking after their energetic cubs.Their standing postures are very strange. If you look carefully, one of the leg bones is abnormally bent, and the other end is missing most of its hind legs.Walks with a limp.

The leader of the brown jackals brought nearly twenty brown jackals, each of which had small prey such as rabbits and thunderbirds in its mouth, running from the distant forest.

The two brown jackals guarding the valley cheered up in an instant, raised their heads to the sky and howled, and the brown jackals in the valley ran out one after another to welcome the hunting team back.

Rick, who was also trekking in the forest, raised his head and looked at the past—the number of brown jackals in the valley, at a glance, was even more than the hunting brown jackals, except for the cubs that could not be hunted, there were a few Seriously injured lame wolves, a few old wolves that are weak and weak.

The food hunted by the brown jackals, if only counted as the hunting team's own share, should be considered a sumptuous dinner, but now, each wolf can only get a pitiful little bit.

No wonder the brown jackal always seems to be hungry, Rick thought to himself, it is really not easy to support so many tribesmen.

Ah Li tiptoed to look at the brown jackal who was struggling but enjoying himself happily, and there was a hint of envy in his eyes, obviously recalling the indifference and expulsion of the chestnut squirrel clan towards him.

It was rare for Fatty to open his mouth to praise: "You have a good leader."

In a forest where competition is fierce and food is very tight, for most races, let alone those who have lost the ability to fight, even those with no racial skills and weaker strength will be ruthlessly abandoned.

Like the brown jackal, it is impossible to give up any member of the tribe even though life is already very difficult.

Rick thought of the brown jackals who went forward to rescue the leader even though they knew they couldn't beat them, and couldn't help feeling very emotional.

"Aww!" The brown jackal beside him didn't pay attention to what they were sighing. After hearing the howling of the tribe, his tail had already turned into a hula hoop, stretching his neck and shouting at the sky, "I'm back too !"

Following the over-excited brown jackal, Rick quickly ran towards the valley. Seeing the leader of the brown jackal who greeted him in front of the valley, he raised his paw and waved happily: "Wolf wolf! Long time no see!"

"Rick! Ah Li! I finally saw you," the leader of the brown jackal greeted them with a smile, his eyes fell on the strange fat body, and he shook his tail politely. "It happens that we are going to eat, do you want to eat together?"

Just as Ali was about to nod, his eyes fell on the raw meat that the brown wolves were biting, paused for a moment, and turned to look at Rick.

After eating so many delicious barbecue hot pot broths, and looking at raw meat, he has completely lost his appetite.

Rick understood what he meant, and smiled helplessly: "You provide food, how about I cook?"

The brown wolves who once ate Rick's grilled fish and still can't forget it, nodded their heads frantically and swallowed excitedly.

"Have you met the purple leopard?" The little fox skillfully grilled the rabbit meat, chatting with the leader of the brown jackal, "He didn't hurt you, did he?"

The leader of the brown jackal held his head high and proudly said: "The purple leopard dare not fight us, he can't fight - he just passed by here, threatening the nearby animals, saying that he can't fight the black fire fox, stone fierce bear or mountain grape Lin’s gourd baboons, otherwise the inspectors will come to retaliate next time.”

"Just let the birds tell us about this kind of thing," Rick was a little worried, "now that many animals have seen you go to me, and the inspectors probably will know soon."

"But you are our friend," interjected the brown jackal who listened quietly, "Of course we will help you!"

Rick blinked and saw that the faces of the brown wolves were taken for granted, silently swallowed the prepared persuasion, smiled at them with bent eyes, and passed the roasted rabbit meat: "What sauce do you want? Honey , cheese, salt and pepper, try them all!"

The big wolves squatted on the spot, sucking their saliva, all of them were so greedy that their eyes turned green, but they were still orderly.The leader of the brown jackal got the first piece of roasted rabbit meat, and went to the squirrel to brush the sauce, and the rest of the big wolves also lined up to get their own share.

Rick took out the cheese and beef jerky from his backpack and distributed them to the eager wolf cubs.

The cubs didn't know how to be reserved, they rushed forward wagging their tails, and enthusiastically licked the fox's fur again and again, until the wet little fox stopped them with a smile, then each took a piece of jerky, and happily joined together Heap and savor slowly.

In the pleasant atmosphere, even Pang Pang couldn't put on a straight face and pretend to be cold. He stomped on the fur of the brown jackals one by one to compare the one with the softest fur, and then nestled on top of his head, gnawing comfortably. snack.

Ali, the squirrel who always likes to join in the fun, is extremely serious.With his paws on his back, he paced around in a circle, and his eyes fell on the injured brown jackals rather solemnly.

The leader of the brown jackal devoured the roasted rabbit, not even letting go of the sauce sticking to his paws. He smacked his lips involuntarily, but he was not full, but he stopped eating. Wandering squirrels.

At first he was puzzled, and then suddenly realized what Ali's racial skills were. The leader of the brown jackal jumped up almost instantly, and ran to Ali's side in twos and threes.

"Huh?" Ali was taken aback, saw who was in front of him, and then relaxed again, waving his claws, "I'm thinking about how to treat them."

The leader of the brown jackal nodded repeatedly, followed behind the squirrel wagging his tail, and asked expectantly, "Is it okay?"

Squirrel sighed.

His racial skills can only heal injuries, but cannot restore broken limbs. That is to say, for those whose hind legs have been completely bitten off and whose tails are gone, he currently has no good solution.

Green fluorescent light flowed from the tip of the squirrel's claws, covering one of the lame wolves silently gnawing on a bone.The lame wolf froze for a moment, subconsciously moved its claws, and the pain that was originally unbearable disappeared without a trace.He turned his head abruptly, looked at the happily jumping squirrel and the leader with a happy face not far away, and rushed over with a whimper.

The hind paws, which have not been used for a long time, are a little jerky and clumsy. After running for a few steps, they gradually become smoother. When they ran in front of the leader, the lame wolf was already in agitated mood, and could hardly speak. He threw himself on the leader and cried loudly ring.

"Boss, I, I'm back to wooowowow," he cried out, "Finally, I don't have to hold back the brown jackals anymore, and I can go hunting with you, wooowowow!"

The leader of the brown jackal gently touched his head: "You have to thank Ah Li."

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The crying wolf was mistaken for a face-cloth squirrel: "Put me down!"

……

"Ah Li is the kindest little squirrel I have ever seen!" "How can there be such a beautiful and powerful squirrel!"

The lame wolf, who had returned to the pack, walked up and down happily, grabbing his companion from time to time, and whispering a few words of praise for the squirrel in his ear.

Rick rested his chin on his paw, lying lazily on the rock, looking at Ali the squirrel who was treating the injured wolves one by one with a smile in his eyes.

A wolf cub leaned over, clawing at the stone with its front paws, looking at him with big shiny eyes, and wagging its tail that was not yet full of fur.

The fox took the wolf cub into his arms, ruffled his hair casually, and fed two pieces of cheesecake, watching the wolf cub chew slowly with its small baby teeth.

"Are you sleepy?" The leader of the brown jackal came over, jumped onto the rock lightly, and squatted beside Rick.

His posture is majestic and majestic, his silver-gray fur glistens in the moonlight, and the scar on the side of his face adds a bit of fierceness, but his tone is shy and shy, and he explains in a low voice with a little embarrassment: "There are no big trees in our valley. There is no cave that shelters you from the wind and rain, so you may be wronged to sleep in the open air for a night."

He had seen the beautiful tree house where Rick and Ali lived, and the "sturdy and beautiful stone house" described by the brown jackal to him just now was beyond his imagination. Looking at the crude environment and food here, he couldn't help I feel that I have wronged them.

"Wolf wolf," Rick asked suddenly, tilting his head, blinking his eyes, "do you want to change the settlement?"

In a narrow valley that sees no sunlight all year round, half-starved and half-satisfied, a single stupid wolf who wants to hunt and support his family—even if he goes back to grow meatballs with him!