"Wolves. Filmin said as best he could, in a choked guttural voice. "Filin needs this wolf. ”

"Are you sure, boy? It's bad. He fiddled with the cage with his foot, and it jumped over, its teeth biting the stick, and its nose hurt again, but it didn't care.

If Filin could eat a small piece of his flesh, he would tear off his flesh or cling to it.

No. Go back and get out of Film's head.

Filmin shook his head at the thought, and the merchant must have thought Filmin was strange.

"I know what I need. Filin replied indifferently, resisting the wolf's emotions.

"Are you either?" the man glared at Film, gauging Film's value and bidding for the amount he thought Filmin could afford.

He was displeased with Film's small clothes, and Filmin was younger for him, but Filmin surmised that he had been capturing the wolf for some time and wanted to sell it while it was still a young wolf.

Now, since the wolf can't get the more food it needs, the man might let Filin bid and sell it.

It's exactly what Fei Lin wants, because Fei Lin doesn't have much money. "What do you want it for?" he asked casually.

"For fighting beasts. "It looks skinny, but it probably has some energy." ”

The wolf slammed into the wooden bar, its mouth wide open, its teeth glinting.

Filin is going to kill them all, and he is going to kill them all, and he will bite off their throats, indescribable...... Quiet if you want to be free.

Film's mind prompted it to jump back like a bee sting, retreating to the far corner of the cage and curling up, baring its teeth but its tail hidden between its legs, uncertainty overwhelming it.

"Fight like a dog? Oh, it's pretty good. The merchant fiddled with the cage again with his feet in thick boots, but the wolf did not respond.

"It's going to win you a lot of money, it's more ferocious than a wolverine!" he kicked the cage harder, and the wolf winced.

"Well, it looks like that's what it is. Filin said contemptuously. Filin turned his gaze away from the wolf, pretending to have lost interest in it.

Filin looked at the birds in the cage behind him, the pigeons seemed to be well cared for, while the two jays and one crow were huddled in a filthy cage full of rotten meat and bird droppings.

The crow beggars were draped in messy black feathers. Eat the bright "bugs" slowly, and he suggests to the birds, that maybe you can take the opportunity to peck at the latch and escape.

The crow rested weakly in place, burying its head deep in its feathers, but a jay, flying up to the higher perch, began to peck and tug at the latch that sealed the cage door, and he looked back at the wolf.

"Filmin didn't want it to fight, he just wanted to throw it into the pack of dogs to keep the dogs warm, and they would want to fight when they saw a little blood. ”

"Oh, but it's going to be your right-hand man. Look here, it's the masterpiece it left on Fihrin a month ago, and when he tried to feed it, it attacked Filin. ”

He rolled up one sleeve, revealing his foul wrist covered in bruise-purple scars, which still hadn't healed.

Filmin approached with a pretended interest of interest. "It looks infected. Do you think you're going to lose that hand?"

"There's no infection, it's just healing very slowly, that's all. Look here, boy, a blizzard is coming.

Filin had to put his things back in Filin's trolley and leave before the snow came.

Okay, do you want to make a bid for this wolf? It's going to be your right-hand man. ”

"It may be a bait for bears, but that's about it. Filin will pay you, well, six copper coins. "There are seven copper coins in total.

"Bronze coins, boy, people are at least talking about silver coins! Look at this excellent animal, feed it a little food, and it will become stronger and more ferocious.

The hides alone can make Filin earn six copper coins, so take the money now!"

"You'd better pray that you'll be able to sell its hides before it gets dirtier.

Also, before it decides to bite your other hand off. Filin got closer to the cage urging it, and the wolf winced. "It looks sick, and if the dogs of Filin get sick because they killed him, the adults must be angry. Filin looked up at the sky, "A blizzard is coming, he'd better get out of here." ”

"A silver coin, boy, and you'll take it with you. ”

At that moment, the jay succeeded in pushing the latch of the door, and the cage door was open, and it jumped to the door and walked between the merchant and the cage, while Film, from a voice from behind, heard the jay jump out and stand on the pigeon cage. The door opened.

Filmin pointed at the crow. Filin heard it shake its pitiful feathers, and he reached for his purse in his belt, weighing it thoughtfully.

"A silver coin? I don't have a silver coin.

But it doesn't matter, really. I just understood that there was no way to take it home, so it was better not to buy it. ”

The jay behind Filmin flew away. The merchant cursed, and walked past Filmin to the cage.

Filin wrapped up as much as he could, and the people fell to the ground at the same time. The crow came to the cage door, and he shook the merchant away and quickly stood up straight, shaking the cage to let the bird fly into the free sky.

It flapped its wings laboriously and flew to the roof of a neighboring inn. By the time the merchant had taken his footing, the raven had spread its sparsely feathered wings and croaked mockingly.

"The whole cage of birds has flown away!" he began to reproach, but Filin grabbed the cloak and pointed to a hole.

"This will make Filin's master angry!" Filin shouted exaggeratedly, glaring at him.

He looked up at the crow, its feathers swollen against the strong winds, and then hid in the shelter of the chimney.

He didn't catch the bird again, and the wolf suddenly whined behind Film.

"Nine copper coins!" the merchant suddenly made a desperate offer, he had not sold any animals that day, he was sure.

"Filin told you he couldn't take it home!" replied Filin, pulling up Filin's hood and looking up at the sky. "The blizzard is coming. Filmin announced, and thick, wet snowflakes began to fall.

It was very bad weather, and the snow could not freeze, but it was difficult to melt.

At dawn, the streets glow with ice. Filin turned and walked away.

"Give Film, your damn six copper coins!" the merchant roared in a panic.

Fei Lin hesitantly fumbled for the copper coins, "Will you send them to where Fei Lin lives?" he snatched the copper coins from Fei Lin's hand as he asked.

"Do it yourself, boy, you know you ransacked the film. ”

With that, he picked up the pigeon cage and put it in the trolley, followed by the empty crow cage.

Ignoring Film's angry protests, he climbed onto the seat of the cart and shook the ponies' reins. The old guy pulled the old cart and left, into the thick snow and fog.

The markets around the people were empty, except to see people hurrying home in the storm, tightening their collars and hoods against the clammy wind and snow.

"What am I going to do with you now?" Filin asked the wolf.

Let Filmin out and let me go.

It's a pity that Filmin can't do that, it's not safe. If Filin had released the wolf in the city center, too many dogs would have gathered to attack him, and too many people would shoot him for his hide, or just because he was a wolf, so that he would not be able to return to the forest alive.

Filin bent down towards the cage, trying to lift it to see how heavy it was, and it bared its teeth and lunged at Filin.

Go back! Filin was immediately angry, and this anger was contagious.

Filmin is going to kill you, and you're just like him, human.

You're going to put Filin in a cage, right? Filin is going to kill you, disembowel you, and beat you in the guts.

You give Filmin a backbreak!" Filmin urged it, and it cowered to the other end, growling and wailing at Film's bewildering movements, but then moved away from Filmin and hid in the corner of the cage.

Filin lifted the cage very heavily, and the weight of it running around made the job even harder. But Filin could carry the cage, but he couldn't go too far or too long.

However, if Filin carried the cage and kept walking, he could take it out of town.

It might grow up to weigh as much as Film, but it was so thin and young now, younger than it had been when Filmin first saw it.

Filmin lifted the cage and held it to his chest.

If it attacked Filmin now, it would have succeeded, but it just wailed and hid in a far corner, and carrying it around was a tricky job.

How did he catch you?

Filin hates you.

How did he catch you?

It remembered a cave, two brothers, and a mother who caught fish for it to eat.

Then, after a puff of blood, its brother and mother were reduced to the stinking hides of the boot merchants, and it was finally dragged out and thrown into mink-smelling cages, where it survived on carrion.

And hatred, that's what makes it thrive. If your mother feeds you fish, it must be because you were born too late.

It's angry with Film.

All the roads are uphill and the snow is starting to get thicker. Film's torn boots, sliding on the icy cobblestone road, his shoulders bent from the sudden weight of the cage.

Filmin was afraid that he would start to tremble, and he had to stop and rest from time to time.

When Filin rested, he insisted on refusing to think about what Filin had done, telling himself that Filin would not restrain the wolf or other animals.

Filin promised himself that at most he would feed the wolf cub and let it go somewhere, Borges would not have to know about it, and Filin would not be displeased with him.

Filin lifted the cage again, who would have thought that this little creature covered in moss would be so heavy?

It's not moss, it said angrily. It's bugs. The cage was full of bugs.

So, it turns out that the sharp itch on Film's chest is not imaginary. That's great.

Filin has to take another bath tonight, unless Filin wants to sleep with fleas this winter.

It was really unfortunate weather, which made his mood suddenly unhappy.

Filmin just wants to buy a wolf cub, but reality always doesn't go his way.