on the way

"Hey, little fox..." "My name is Carter." "Well? So, Carter. Let's play together."

From now on, my name is Carter, there is no shelter, no partner. I am going to wander, use my running to strengthen my limbs, use my prey to sharpen my teeth, and take the road without looking back, with no purpose. No matter what my past is, it is the past, I will face it, I must face it. Cross the dangers and difficulties, cross the ease and temptation.

Two years ago, I said to myself, I have done this for two years. Carter is free, Carter thinks, the right thing, you should do it. Faith is always more important than everything. For this reason, I can give everything and never give in.

The first time I hunted, it took nearly a whole day. Kneeling on the ground, kneeling in the grass. The feelings at that time made me more familiar, cold and cold, sticking to my body. ... Finally, this sparrow fell on the grass not far away. I can't wait any longer, he might fly away.

When my teeth pierced the body of the prey, when the blood with the body temperature splashed on my lips, the excitement shrouded me.

All day, there is no sun. The moon behind the branches is very round. The sound of the creek is also pleasant. The moon shines on the stones. I curl up here and use the body temperature and fur to set the temperature. I think this view should be good, at least this night is wonderful, belonging to Carter's first night.

Countless battles and hunting really gave me sharp teeth and strong limbs, and the unexpected harvest was the left eye that was scratched. This came from a dog. After he grabbed one of my eyes, I began to run away until I fled to a tree. At this time, I realized that I was shaking all the time. This pain almost made me faint. Bloody smells constantly emerge from my left eye. I took a broken eye and walked away. Nowadays, the wound is only a pain from time to time. Besides, it does not have much impact.

I wandered, ventured, crossed the mountains, crossed the river, crossed the fields and swamps, and killed the unlucky prey. All this is vivid and memorable.

And now, it’s my turn.

I looked at the wolves with my right eye, they surrounded me, I was their prey.

I didn't run away, I can't escape, I choose to fight.

"Warrior, finished in the hands of the soldiers, is glory." This is indeed what I heard, the first, and the last, praise of others.

They swarmed.

Third day: autumn leaves