Wolf's vernacular is 500-600 words written from the perspective of animals.

Bad luck today. I didn't catch any rabbits. It's already evening, my eldest brother and I are wandering on the roadside, growling with hunger, holding a glimmer of fantasy and hope, waiting for the arrival of prey.

Suddenly, a butcher appeared at a fork in the road in the distance, burly and carrying a burden. Our eyes suddenly lit up. It's getting late and there are few people. Why don't we hurry? So my eldest brother and I followed the butcher.

There are some bones left in the butcher's burden. He may have found us, so he quickly threw a bone out. I stopped to chew the bone first, and the eldest brother continued to chew. Alas! We have been hungry all day. How can these bones solve our hunger? When the butcher threw the second bone, my eldest brother stopped to chew the bone and I followed. We agreed that we must not let this fat sheep go tonight!

Ok, the bones are finished, and the brothers continue to follow him, ready to wait for an opportunity to start! The butcher was sweating with fear. As for us, we are even more proud, planning how to subdue him at one stroke. Who would have thought that after the butcher arrived at a wheat field in the field, he suddenly ran to a pile of firewood like a mountain, put down his burden and picked up a butcher knife at us.

Eldest brother said, can't make a move, he is armed, we should guard against. The butcher stared at us, and we really dared not jump forward, so we stared at him. However, this is not the way. Big brother came up with a good idea. It made me pretend to sleep in front of the butcher and let the butcher relax his guard. He pretended to leave, but in fact he wanted to sneak up from behind the firewood pile.

The plan was made, and the eldest brother went straight away. As for me, I crouched in front of him like a dog, slightly closed my eyes, looked carefree and pretended to be sleeping. Suddenly I felt that my head was cut by something sharp, and then I was stabbed several times. Alas, I lost my life before I could fight back. Really die unsatisfied!

(When I arrived in the underworld, I was about to talk to Yan when my eldest brother came. I caught up with him and asked where it came from. Eldest brother said that half of his body and head had been drilled into the firewood pile, and he almost got it, but the butcher cut off his leg from behind and killed him mercilessly. Alas! Death is more unfair than me! I didn't expect my two wolves to be so cunning that they all died at the hands of a human in the blink of an eye. What a joke! )