狼文化旷世奇书：狼图腾(英文版)

As Chen Zhen looked through the telescope from his hiding place in the snow cave, he saw the steely gaze of a Mongolian grassland wolf. The ?ne hairs on his body rose up like porcupine quills, virtually pulling his shirt away from his skin. Old Man Bilgee was there beside him. This time Chen did not feel as if his soul had been driven out of his body, but sweat oozed from his pores.

Six or seven new wolves quietly joined the encirclement, its three sides formed and ready. Chen Zhen covered his mouth with the horseshoe-shaped sleeve of his heavy fur deel and said softly, "Are they going to close the circle now?""Not quite yet," Bilgee replied softly. "The alpha male is waiting for the right moment. Wolves are more meticulous about their encirclement formations than we are. See if you can ?gure out what he's waiting for." Each time the old man's bushy white eyebrows twitched, shards of frost fell to the ground.

Finally, the people were able to claim their well-deserved New Year's provisions. The freezing air over the snow lake was becoming heavier, the snow on the surface harder. The old man said to the hunters, "Tengger is urging us to move quickly." So the men ran to their spots, and the hunting ground once again steamed with exuberance.