Little Grey bravely walked around the camp, but the dogs would never learn not to mess with him in the camp. During the day, the lesson of the previous night was forgotten because of chasing and scolding, and in the evening, when I re-learned it, it was immediately forgotten again. They hated him, because they realized that they were different from his race, which in itself was enough to cause hostility. The so-called things gather by like, people by groups, and dogs are the same. Like Little Grey, they are tamed wolves, but they have been domesticated for many generations, and most of their wildness is gone. In their eyes, the wasteland is not only unknown and terrifying, but also eternally hostile and threatening. However, the little grey is still attached to the wasteland, so, when they show their teeth at him, they are defending themselves, against the forces that hide deep in the forest, in the darkness beyond the campfire, that could destroy them.

Even Messi, who was very savage and fierce himself, had to be surprised by the ferocity of Little Ash, saying that he had never seen such a beast, and the people in the neighboring village said the same thing, and their dogs were often bitten to death by him. When Little Gray was more than four years old, Messi took him on a long journey along the Amazon River, trekking through mountains and rivers. Passing through many villages along the way, Grey Tramples the dogs, and he likes to take revenge on his race. They were ordinary, unsuspecting dogs, unprepared for his swift, direct, undeclared war, unaware that he was now a murderous man. They shrugged their stiff legs at him, but instead of making these preparations, he leaped up like a spring, and when they didn't understand what was going on in their panic, he had bitten their throats and destroyed them quickly.

He has become a very shrewd war master, never wasting energy, never twisting together, that lightning speed, not allowing opponents to twist with him. If he misses, he gets out quickly. He behaved strangely at the scuffle in one place, and it was very dangerous and would drive him crazy. He could not tolerate prolonged contact with other bodies, and had to break free, stand on his legs, be free, and not touch moving things. It seems that the wasteland is still attached to him, embodied through him. Danger lurks in contact, it is a trap, and it will always be a trap. The fear of danger lurked in the depths of his life, integrated into every muscle and cell. Another of his strengths is the correct judgment of time and distance, which is not consciously or planned, but natural, and he does it better than the average dog, smoothly and steadily. He is better able to coordinate nerves, mental, and muscles. Physically and mentally, he is a complete masterpiece of nature, and nature, more generous to him than to other animals.

Messi's trip finally stopped at Nugget Valley. He had heard of the gold rush, so he brought bundles of furs, gloves and moccasins to sell, and would not have made such a risky trip had it not been for profit. He never dreamed of a lucrative lucrative interest, so, like a real gold digger, he settled down and went about his business carefully. In Nugget Valley, Little Gray meets a white man for the first time. In his eyes, they were something else alive, nobler than the indigenous people of the Amazon, as he had known them, because they had a higher power, and it was only a powerful feeling, just as he was a young child, and the huge houses and tents moved him as well. These white people are powerful, with greater power to dominate things than their master, Messi.

Now, Xiao Ash's every move is based on the feeling that "people are high". He was suspicious of them, not knowing what kind of fear they would cause and what unknown harm they would bring. At first, he just sneaked around them, looking at them from a safe distance. Then, when he saw that the dogs were unharmed, he came closer. The whites were also very curious about him, and the wolf's appearance immediately attracted their attention. They pointed at him, and Ash became wary. When they tried to approach him, he bared his teeth and walked away, and no one could touch him with his hands.

It didn't take long for Grey to learn that there were very few white people living here, five at most, and that every few days a particle hovercraft would be anchored on the shore for a few hours, and many whites would get off the boat and go up again, looking too numerous to count, more than Grey had ever seen of the natives. After that, they continued to the river, and after a short pause, they went upriver and disappeared. Little Ash soon discovers that their dog is not very good. These dogs come in all shapes and sizes, their legs are either too short or too long, some barely have hair, and none of them know how to fight. As the enemy of the race, it is only a matter of duty for Ash to fight them. He did, and soon became utterly contemptuous. They are weak, yelling, clumsy and struggling, trying to win by strength, using wit and dexterity. They screamed and rushed at him, and he jumped to the side, and when they didn't know what to do, he threw himself on their shoulders, knocked them to the ground, and bit their throats hard. The attacked dogs rolled around in the dirt, and the dogs that were watching from the sidelines swarmed up and tore them apart. Ash is smart enough to know that people are bound to get angry when a dog is killed, and white people are no exception. So, after knocking over a dog and slitting his throat, he stepped aside and let the dogs do the brutal finishing touches. When the white man came in a rage and hit the dogs with stones, sticks, axes, and other weapons, Little Gray was already watching the battle not far away. When a white man saw one of his hounds torn to pieces in front of him, he pulled out his pistol and fired five shots in quick succession, and the five dogs immediately fell to the ground. This manifestation of power is deeply engraved in the memory of Little Gray Gray.

Little Gray doesn't love his race, his own cleverness is enough to get away with it, and Messi is busy doing business and making a fortune, so Little Gray has nothing to do, and he loves this kind of game very much. Killing white people's dogs, which started as a pastime, later became his patent. He hangs around the docks with the messy paparazzi, waiting for the particle hovercraft to arrive. As soon as the ship comes, the game begins, the game ends, and the old trick repeats itself the next time the ship comes. These dogs come from warm places and have no experience. They strode down the gangplank to the shore, and when they saw the little gray ash, they had an irrepressible urge. Seeing this wolf-like animal standing in front of him in broad daylight, judging that he was a wolf based on the memory of ancestral genes, he remembered the debt of his previous life. These dogs can't help but attack him, they think he is a legitimate victim, and he sees them as a legitimate victim!!

Mulan recalled: In the lonely cave, Little Gray once saw the light of the day for the first time, and was curious about the world outside the cave, and was once injured in a battle with a weasel and a big lynx; As a child, Vegjev, Deschamps and other puppies suffered from his persecution...... All of these experiences have an impact on Little Ash's character. If it weren't for Vejev and Deschamps, he might have grown up with the puppies and become more like dogs. However, this is not the case, and now the little gray gray is lonely and obedient, fierce and cunning, and has become the enemy of the whole clan with one voice.

The whites were delighted by the little grey and the notorious pack of dogs who trampled on the newcomer's dogs. Whenever the boat arrived, they would come to the river to watch the game, and rush to admire the savage and cunning horn of Little Grey. One of them was particularly keen on the game, and he was always the first to come galloping, and only slowly paced back to his lodgings with a look of amazement when the battle was over and the dogs were scattered. He danced with joy and yelled so loudly that he could barely help himself as his weak dog screamed as he was dying at the destruction of his fangs. The kind of gaze he looked at Little Gray was both envious and greedy. People called him Mbappe, he was short, thin, with a low, wide forehead, a big face, and big eyes. Mbappe cooks, washes dishes and does chores for the rest of the Nuggets Valley. Mbappe co-opted Little Ash from the beginning, and he looked at Little Ash with covetousness, especially appreciating his ferocity, and wanted to take it for himself.

Regarding Mbappe's wooing, Little Gray ignored it from the beginning, and then shrugged his hair, bared his teeth, and walked away. Little Ash felt malice, didn't like the man, and was afraid of his sweet words and the outstretched hand. When Mbappe visited Messi's tent for the first time, he was lying comfortably in the little gray gray and did not see him, only heard the faint footsteps from a distance, and knew who was coming, so he immediately got up, his hair standing on end. As soon as Mbappe arrived, Little Grey sneaked to the edge of the tent. He only saw the man talking to Messi and didn't know what they were saying. Once, when the man pointed at him, Ash yelled at him, and the man laughed, and Ash slipped away and hid in a nearby bush......

Messi has made a fortune in business, and he is also very valuable, he is the strongest sled dog and the best lead dog he has ever raised, whether it is along the Amazon River or in the Nugget Valley, no dog can compare to him. He is good at war, and killing other dogs is as easy as killing mosquitoes by humans. Mbappe often visits Messi and always hides something like a black wine bottle under his coat. Vodka can be addictive, and Messi is desperate to drink. He began to spend the money he earned from selling furs, gloves, and moccasins, and his temper grew stronger as his purse gradually deflated. In the end, Messi's goods, money and temper were all gone, and there was nothing left but alcohol addiction and thirst. So, Mbappe finally offered to Messi to sell him the little ash, this time the price was not in money but in bottles. Messi said: "You catch him, he is yours." Mbappe immediately paid Messi two boxes of vodka. Now, Brother Yixiu feels more and more that Little Gray is like Yusuf in Gurnah's novel "Paradise". However, three days later, "you caught him." Mbappe said to Messi. In the evening, little Ash snuck into Messi's tent, and the terrible white man was not there, and he sat down satisfied. For a few days, Mbappe wanted to attack him, and, acting more and more eagerly, the little gray was forced to leave the camp. He didn't know what bad omen those hands were portuding when they repeatedly stretched out, only that they contained malice, and the farther away the better.

As soon as he lay down, Messi staggered over, fastened a belt around his neck, and he sat next to Little Ash, grabbing the belt head with one hand and the bottle with the other, sometimes swallowing two sips of vodka. After a while, a burst of footsteps came, and Little Gray knew who it was, and wanted to gently break free from the owner's hand, but the owner's loose hand clenched, and Messi stood up. Mbappe strode into the tent and stood beside Little Ash. Little Ash raised his head and roared at the terrible man, watching his movements closely. A hand stretched out and landed on his head, Little Ash's roar turned from light to rough, nervous, the hand continued to fall slowly, the roar became more and more rapid as his breathing accelerated, and suddenly, Little Gray bit it, clicked, and pounced. Mbappe retracted his hand, shocked and frightened. Messi hit Little Gray on the head, and Little Gray had to lie on the ground respectfully. Mbappe walked out, picked up a big stick, and rushed to the white man who was about to drag him away......