The wind blew all day, and in the evening it snowed heavily. He and she were two foxes, and he had once been a fox king, very tall, very strong, with sharp eyes and sharp eyes, and strong claws. She was small and had a black mouth. Eyes always smiling. His style is the look of the mountain, and her style is like the look of water. They lived together for 8 years. In his opinion, being with her was happiness.
It was getting dark. They wanted to get enough food as soon as possible and walked around the forest for a long time. The snow turned everything white, and the earth seemed to be covered with a thick quilt. They did not find any food, so they had to walk towards the village where the lights were faintly shining.
A muffled "boom" came from under their feet. He disappeared from her sight, and a hole appeared in front of her eyes. He fainted for a moment, but soon woke up and immediately clarified his situation. He found himself falling into a dry well, and he let out a long cry, signaling her not to go any further. She heard a deep, confident breath from the bottom of the well, then two sharp scratches from near and far, followed by the sound of heavy falls. The leap he had just made jumped out of a foot high, but it was still a long way from the wellhead.
She lay on the edge of the well, sobbing first, then whimpering. She wanted to get something to eat for him, so that he could rush up with more strength. She left and disappeared into the forest. He was busy nervously, pulling down the frozen soil on the wall of the well, claw by claw. Then collect it, pad it under your feet, and step on it again. His claws had been completely split, and blood was constantly flowing.
Just then, the hunters spotted them by following the footprints on the snow, spotted him busy at the bottom of the well, and fired a shot at his leg. He fell and fell. I couldn't stand up again. The hunter did not want to kill him, because the hunter knew, to give him a breath. He can make a sound. Bring his companions back, and that will reap the double harvest.
She had returned after the sun had set, but before she could get close to the well platform she heard him howling at the bottom of the well. He was warning her. Want her to leave far away. She also snorted and asked him what had happened.
The hunter was guarding not far from the well, and he couldn't understand it, the two foxes were shouting, only the sound, why couldn't they see the shadow of the female fox? The hunter's doubts did not last long. She appeared, and she couldn't tell where the power came from. Run as fast as you fly. Before the hunter could react, she threw a small squirrel into the bottom of the well and flew away. She thought, she couldn't die. As long as she was alive, he had hope. By the time the gunshots rang out, she had disappeared into the vast forest.
When the gun rang out, he let out a long howl in the dry well, a roar of anger, a heart-rending howl.
At dawn, the hunter could not hold back and took a nap. At this moment, she appeared at the edge of the well, screaming and whimpering. She wanted him to hold on, and as long as he had a breath, she would rescue him from the well.
For the next few days, she spent the next few days wrestling with hunters. The hunter shot her 9 times, but none of them hit her. On the morning of day 4, the howling suddenly disappeared. The hunter looked down the well, the male fox was dead, he was killed, his head was tilted on the wall of the well, his head was shattered, and the brain pulp flowed to the ground. Because, wounded, he understood that if he continued like this, sooner or later she would die at the hands of the hunters, and if he died, she would not appear again, so that she could return to the depths of the forest. He died for her.
The hunter thought that the living female fox would not appear, and he wanted to go back to the village to get the rope and get the male fox up. It didn't take long for the hunter to stand still. She stood there, covered in golden fur, covered in blood and scarred. She was exhausted, physically and mentally destroyed, and her fur was blown by the cold wind, giving a feeling of ethereality, as if she were the most classical elf in the forest. She lifted her jaw slightly, seemed to sigh softly, and then ran briskly toward the well. The gunshot rang out, and she slid down to the bottom of the well.
The hunter thought, wait until the next morning when the snow and wind have stopped before probing the bag to retrieve the object. It was night, and the fierce wind swept through the snow to fill the dry well. Early the next morning, the earth was so white that the hunters could no longer find the dry well.
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