THE LORD (Me And The Wolfs)
HUNTINGS

For two days now, George has been feeding wolves who love to enter the settlement. Winter is coming soon. Hunting animals that become wolf food no longer come out of the nest.

Until the sharp fanged animals entered the settlement to find food.

“Hi!” I say it with a smile full of plans.

The man placed three pieces of meat near his feet. George was eager to touch the beast. He wants his body smelled by wolves to be tame and obey his words.

The three wolves looked at him with sharp gazes.

George was the best hunter the city had ever had, maybe the world. Of course that kind of menacing gaze from a savage beast was capable of facing him calmly. He had killed so many beasts with his own hands.

“Ten easy friend. I just want to share with you,” he said convincingly.

It's been five days that the same animal came to the house of the man who always gave him fresh meat. Whether it's chicken or beef. George knew the three wolves.

“They animals that yesterday came!” he was happy in his heart.

George took three steps back from the meat he had placed on the ground. The three wild and ferocious beasts took one step forward. The man took another half step back.

Slowly one of the wolves advanced closer to the piece of meat. George remained calm with his heart pounding.

The advancing wolf took the meat and retreated, then two more took the remaining flesh that George had laid.

The three animals stepped away. One of them looked at George. The man smiled meaningfully. He waved his hand as if asking them to come again if it was lacking.

“I will prepare whole food for you and your flock!”

The wolf ran after his two herds. George smiled with a scary grin. He sure didn't take long. He will kill the ruler of the jungle.

“Don't call me The Best Hunter if you can't skin you and flaunt your head in my living room!” said violent.

During the winter. George really kept his promise. The man gave four whole chicken meat, he did not even hesitate to buy a sheep and cut it and then just divide it into the wild animal.

It was only three tails, over time a group of wolves came to the backyard of George's house.

The man deliberately left his house long ago. He wanted the animals to call him, like a docile dog wanting food. Justright. Before long, the pack of wolves started barking like dogs. George pretended to come out with a surprised look.

“Ah, are you hungry huh?” ask her with regret.

Some wolves seemed to wag their tails. It makes George happy not to play. A tail wag is marked if the animal expects its presence. He immediately took two pieces of lamb that had been cut.

The man took her and walked closer to the herd, some still scared and retreated. But seeing something tame and even want to be held and stroked.

Finally, it makes the others no longer afraid.

The hunter groups also did the same with their chief. Everything seems to obey Goerge's wishes so that when spring arrives, many animals do the breeding season, which is believed if all the animals will come out of their nests.

“George, are we going back to that forest today?” ask one of the hunters.

“Yes, but we bring food for the animals first,” replied George.

“Then we hunt him.” he continued slowly with a cruel grin.

George purposely delivered food to the wolves directly into the herd's territory. The man intentionally did that, in order for the beast to believe him. The wolves looked happy, it was seen from the wagging of its tail.

The longer the wolves depended on the food George gave them. Then he and his fellow hunters bought a cow of medium size.

“We take this cow to the herd and release it. The animals must have been chasing his prey. There we will enter following them, pretending to help paralyze their quarry.”

Eight cars with one open-top vehicle carrying cows. They also went to the forest with a crazy heartbeat. Their adrenaline was spurred, as if challenging the strongest ruler there was,

“Remember .. that lion is my part!” press George on the hunters.

True to the man's guess, they found animals running around when they passed by. But they don't hunt those animals for their one purpose. Destroying forests.

“We to the wolf herd!” shouted George.

After entering the area. People started taking down cows. The wolves began to arrive with tail wagging and tongues sticking out. Barks rang out, the mark of the savage beast welcoming the humans came.

When the cow came down, George accidentally injured the cow on the animal's thigh and then patted hard on the animal's hip.

Of course the cow ran away. The blood flowing at the animal's feet was smelled by the wolves. Again George's guess was correct. The wolves do not want the hunt to escape, the horde of animals chasing their food.

“We follow!” george shouted, directly carrying his weapon.

Twenty men started running after the wolves in open jeeps. George. Until they went deeper into the forest, people began to descend because they could not get through their vehicles.

“The sauce stops there, they have not gone too deep into the forest!” report one of the hunters.

George cocked a gun. He shot and made the cow run. The wolves are chasing me

the quarry. Then he coded the other hunters to start hunting. Before long, a gun eruption was heard. All the animals started to get scared. The hunting Zimba heard the eruption.

The big animal ran towards the hill, the animal just left the hunt. Heiyna came to seize the hunt of the king of the jungle.

“Goor!” his yell.

Goor who was mating with a female that he managed to snatch from another male immediately broke away.

The animal galloped towards the leader before dying of slowness.

“Open!”

“See it!” decreed Zimba.

Goor stared at the humans as the wolves entered the forest and started shooting at the animals.

One of them managed to kill one deer with the most beautiful horns.

“They killed Xeyla!” yelled Goor with a look of disbelief.

“Prepare team. We fought it out!” decreed Zimba.

Goor ran towards the herd. Zimba began to roar loudly many times. All animals know what that roar means. George heard the roar, smiled and looked at the hill. There the figure of the largest silhouette of a long-spirited animal stood.

Zimba pierced the small eyes that were staring at him.

“We meet again .. game!” murmured George with a sly grin.

seriated

humans are destroyers!

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