My name is Fox Bayi, and I am a nobleman of the Arctic fox family: the White Fox. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Because our ethnic group has been passed down to my generation, which is the 81st generation, my mother gave me such a name.

But I prefer my new name: Little Little.

The name is a relative of mine, a very ugly-looking and very large variant of the Arctic fox.

I wonder if he ate something he shouldn't have eaten to become like this.

When we met, it was a bit of a no-to-no-acquaintance.

I remember that day, I secretly left the tribe and went alone to the wilderness to look for food. Relying on his rich experience and extremely clever little brains, he actually found a big meal in the snowy jungle.

In my judgment, it should be the leftover food that the polar bear eats. Those stupid big guys are such a waste of food, they struggle to catch their prey, and they always take a few bites and throw them aside.

The elders of the clan, when it is cold, will organize everyone to follow behind the polar bear, and only need to follow from a distance to get a steady stream of feasts.

But while I was trying to find a way to haul the food back to my makeshift den in the wild, my relative, the mutant arctic fox, appeared.

Because of the difference in size, I could only watch him take my prey back to his den.

As an idealistic and ambitious Arctic fox, I certainly can't tolerate such a thing.

But that's a big guy! The big ones are like polar bears. For the sake of my own safety, I sneaked into his den at night, hoping to get my food back without me knowing.

To my surprise, the stupid big guy actually cut all the food into pieces, which was a godsend for me!

I had a hearty meal on the first night, and then I brought back a large piece of it for breakfast tomorrow during the day.

The good times didn't last long, and the next night, I tried to take a few more pieces of my food again, but I was discovered by the stupid big man.

But instead of running away, I confronted this stupid big guy with courage, thinking that I would die on the spot, and then a miracle happened.

The stupid big guy didn't kill me and gave me a piece of my food.

I was surprised and confused. I don't understand why this stupid big guy is doing this.

My mother told me that in the wild, always be ready to be killed by other animals. Especially when fighting for food, even the clan will not show mercy. Unless it's your own relative.

At that moment, my clever brain had an idea, could this stupid big guy be a mutant arctic fox who was wandering outside? And seeing his actions, there is no doubt that he is his relative, but he has no impression.

This kind of thing is very common, after all, the white fox clan has been passed down to the present, and there are almost traces of our family in the north and south of the river. It's not a big deal to meet a relative of your own family once in a while.

The key is that this variant of the Arctic fox is tall and big! If you take this out, how majestic will you be?

Maybe all the arctic foxes will worship me and envy me!

Later, I decided that I wanted to get along with this relative well, and it was best to accept him as my little brother.

The contact was successful, of course! With my genius intelligence, this big guy could only let himself be toyed with, and eventually even my own nest moved to his house, because his house was so big, and he had a red monster that could heat up.

Speaking of that monster, every time I see it, I always feel terrified. Fortunately, if you don't take the initiative to provoke it, it won't take care of itself. However, it selflessly makes the big guy's nest very warm, just like summer.

From that moment on, I fell in love with it. In fact, there is one of the most important reasons, my food is on the wood above. I'm going to keep an eye on them, because it's a lot of trouble to get food.

However, this big guy relative of mine is so good that he can eat his own food for a day in one meal. What made me even more angry was that he had brought back an Arctic fox of the same variant to share this limited amount of food.

I originally refused, but on second thought, it was not easy for their group of mutant arctic foxes to live, and if it wasn't for the little food they found, they would only have to eat wild fruits every day.

Although we arctic foxes are very hungry and eat some berries, we must not show them to our own kind, otherwise we will become the laughing stock of the clan.

Eating berries represents cowardice, incompetence. Mom said that we are carnivores and we can't lose the face of carnivores.

The food I found could last at least two months if I had only eaten myself. However, with the addition of two variants of the Arctic fox, it bottomed out in more than ten days.

I can't help it, I can't watch my relatives starve to death.

Later, I followed them to a place full of snow and ice, where resources were scarcer and food was scarcer.

Although I don't understand why they came here to look for food, relying on two big guys who walk clumsily, it is estimated that it will not be long before they starve to death here.

For the sake of their lives, I began to go out in search of food. It's just that it's so barren that it took two days to find a nest of lemmings.

When I brought the food back to the place where I left, I was surprised to find that this relative of mine had found two more mutant arctic foxes.

At that moment, I was really angry, even if he picked me up from the ground, he still couldn't stop my anger from burning.

Do you know how difficult it is to get food? Are you and I a shelter? Being able to feed you is by far the biggest challenge for me, and you have stepped up to bring one big stomach after another with you.

At that time, I really wanted to leave and never come back.

But when I remembered that these mutant arctic foxes would not catch any prey at all, they could only eat those despised wild fruits as food, and as soon as their hearts softened, they stayed again.

However, the problem gets more intractable. The amount of food for the three arctic foxes suddenly expanded to 5, and 4 of them were big stomachs, even if they relied on their own vigorous skills, they couldn't bring back so much food.

When I got back to where I lived, I made the crazy decision to actually bring them back a big meal, not just to keep them fed, but to bring out their prey instinct as arctic foxes.

Otherwise, in this world, several of them are destined to starve to death, and they may end up as food for other animals.