Although it was a difficult struggle, it fully proved that he could completely rely on his own strength and bravery, and survive independently in an environment where only the strong can survive. Now he is a hunter, a ferocious animal, and this is clearly expressed in his every movement, in every muscle.

He was muscular and graceful, with a long barrel-shaped mouth larger than any wolf's mouth, and a head larger than the average wolf. If it weren't for the sparse brown hairs on his mouth and eyes, and the white hairs on his chest, he would probably have been mistaken for a giant wolf!

Not only does he have outstanding appearance, but he also possesses the cunning and acumen characteristic of a wolf. His natural superiority, combined with the training he later received in a brutal environment, gave him a complete wildness. Now is the time when his vitality is at its peak, and his whole body is full of vitality.

In an extraordinary situation, a beast like him will quickly jump up to defend or attack, and his reaction is ten times faster than theirs. When he sees an action or hears a sound, he judges and reacts at the same moment.

As soon as he stepped into the forest, he was influenced by the mysterious atmosphere around him, reflexively embodying the underlying primitive instinct and wildness.

He became a cunning and ferocious wolf in the wasteland. He sneaked quietly with his wolf-like steps, crawled with his belly with a snake-like treachery between the shade of trees, and then suddenly jumped over to attack other creatures.

He also knew how to use cover to catch grouses in their nests or to hunt sleeping hares.

Even if the nimble chipmunk is even a second late when climbing a tree, he will be able to catch him in mid-air.

For him, the fish swimming in the pond swim too slowly; Sea otters who build dikes along the coast are not too cautious. No matter how alert and clever the animals, he can easily turn them into food for his own mouth.

He likes to eat the prey he hunts, and he also likes the thrilling and exciting process when chasing his prey, so he often adopts the strategy of wanting to capture and indulge.

Deliberately letting them go when he almost caught them, leaving them to flee while screaming in the utter panic of death was what he was most willing to do.

In autumn, groups of elk migrate from the mountains to the valleys to prepare for the harsh winter in the lows, which are not too cold.

Once, by chance, he knocked down a deer that had fallen behind.

From then on, he had a strong desire to conquer elk, which were several times larger than him, and he wanted to fight them fiercely. He waited every day for this opportunity to come.

The opportunity has finally appeared!

One day, while he was wandering on the watershed at the source of a stream, he came across a herd of elk, estimated to be more than twenty individuals, which were passing in front of him.

Leading the way was a stag.

It weighs about 1,200 pounds, stands there nearly 2 meters tall, and has 14 branches on the palm-shaped horn on its head.

His temper is rough and short-tempered, and his personality is also very brutal and vicious, and when he sees him, his eyes shine with a vicious light.

Meeting such a large and fierce opponent was exactly what he was looking forward to. Therefore, instead of escaping, he excitedly prepared to fight the other party.

The instinct of hunting in the primordial world taught him that if he wanted to defeat the stag, the first thing he had to do was to find a way to get him out of the herd. However, this is not an easy task.

So he stood out of the way of the stag and roared and jumped around, constantly and deliberately provoking it.

The stag could not get rid of this hateful creature, and could not help but be furious, and attacked him without any scruples.

He pretended to be defeated, and skillfully stepped back, luring it to follow him.

Unaware of the potential danger, the stupid stag stepped into the trap he had designed, and began to gradually break away from the group.

At first, two or three younger stag came up to attack him so that their leader could return to the group.

But with his indomitable patience, he was always on either side of the herd, hindering their smooth advance, and attacking them from all sides at every opportunity, angering the deer and causing them internal confusion, forcing the deer to go on a rampage like madness, and had no time to return to the herd.

Soon, the sun is slowly setting, and the day is almost over.

Winter is approaching, and the deer herd is determined to reach the warmer trough as soon as possible.

But judging from the current situation, it is not easy for them to get rid of this tireless guy in front of them.

The young males, as much as they wanted to save their ancestors, were not the lives of the entire herd or the young elks at risk.

In the end, the deer herd abandoned their leader for the sake of the overall situation and continued on their way.

When dusk fell, the stag hung his head alone and watched sadly as his beloved deer faded away.

It tried to chase after it, but he stood in the way, whacking its relentless fangs and pressing towards him, only to watch his companions go farther and farther away.

It used to be a brave hero galloping on the fierce battlefield, but now in the face of this guy who is no taller than his knees, it has already felt the call of death.

From that moment on, day and night, without the slightest relaxation of his prey, he followed it closely. It is not allowed to rest for a moment, nor is it allowed to eat. Even when they are passing through the trickle, they don't let it drink a drop of water. Tormented by hunger and restless thirst, the stag finally couldn't take it anymore and ran around frantically.

Seeing its mad behavior, he did not move forward to stop it from running, but let it run everywhere, and he himself ran briskly after it. He found the game to be a lot of fun.

When the stag got tired of running and stopped there to gasp for air, he lay down next to it and just watched it, but if it tried to find something to eat or drink, he attacked it ferociously.

Gradually, the huge head drooped lower and lower, and its staggering steps became weaker and weaker.

As he stretched out his bright red tongue and gasped for breath, he stared at the stag closely, and he could clearly see that the big stag was dying.

But the stag still struggled to hold on, and was finally tortured to death by him on the fifth night.