Potievsky Victor Biography

Andrei Petrov in difficult, hungry times of howl often led a flock far to the north. The magician remembered the path well to those places where she once hunted deer with an old leader. It was much easier to extract them than moose. In the hunt for them, wolves were not in serious danger. Showing another now - not wanting to approach a person’s housing, but forced to look for prey for the family - the wise magician turned to the north.

The flock quickly overcame a long distance, and soon the wolves have already discovered deer traces. They led to a herd. Deer grazed, carefully digging a grayish-silver lichen from under the snow. They burned it so deliciously, as if nothing was tastier in the forest than this delicate owl-downhill that is sometimes called deer moss. The herd was located so that it was impossible to approach it imperceptibly.

On the one hand, an open swamp that was adjacent to the lake spread, a rare forest on the other. But the trees could not serve as a cover - the wind on deer blew from there. Perhaps that is why the herd felt in complete safety. It fed peacefully, calmly, but their leader - a large female, sensitively raising her head, decorated with high horns, only the female of the northern deer - the only deer of the world - wears the crown, was constantly on guard.

For some time, the wolf-mother, standing in the distance, watched the herd from behind the trees. The desired booty is notes, next to it, but for now it’s not available. When the magician turned sharply to the pack, everyone understood: the decision was made. According to her sign, the newcomer and the re -reassurance wa rushed towards the swamp. The she -wolf itself, along with the wolf cub and cunning Zua, moved directly to the deer.

Deer immediately found suitable predators - Kolki walked in the wind. But when the deer-presenter gave a signal and the deer was wary, this did not worry the wolf at all, did not violate her even passage. Everything went exactly as it was planned. However, it was worth the deer to break off the place of the experienced magician rushed after him, turning his two assistants by the fan of his assistants to direct the stage of the herd to the lake.

At the same time, two males-wolf rushed from the side of the swamp. There was one way for deer now - on the ice of the lake. He gleamed mirrored ahead under the rays of the low morning sun. The recent strong wind blew the snow cover from the ice, and the surface of the lake now remained naked and slippery ... The deer ran quickly, and the wolves began to lag behind, but the ice of the lake, smooth, insidious, was already nearby.

The deer tried several times to turn aside, and then the predators cleverly blocked the departure paths. The herd was approaching the sparkling surface of the ice ... The newcomer was the first to stab the deer. He was ahead of a rewriting, who was very close. Wa was preparing to attack precisely this deer, but the opponent intercepted the chosen prey. The heated and evil Va barely restrained himself from the attack on the brother - it was necessary to continue the hunt, not to miss the moment.

He jumped through the defeated deer and immediately overtook another. A young large bull crashed onto the ice, bending the front legs ... On the ice, deer were defenseless. They could not run quickly: the hooves slipped, their legs moved to the sides, and the wolves cut them skillfully, quickly, confidently. The prey was rich. Almost half of the small herd remained on the ice of the lake.

The hungry flock hastily saturated. Pereyarikari wa frantically pulled the carcass, as if he had taken scores with a hated newspaper. He now and then threw the views full of restrained fury on a new leader.

It seemed to him that he was already strong enough to grab the newcomer. It was only afraid to annoy the wolf mother. The quarrels of males tired her, distracted from hunting, threatened the whole pack by trouble. The magician more than once snapped both on a newcomer and a rewriting, barely happened to this. And now, when the re-manner of anger at his enemy was torn on a lifeless carcass, he understood that he had only a step towards the newcomer-the she-wolf will not stand on ceremony ...

Saturating, the animals pulled their prey to the bushes in pieces. Nevertheless, two deer carcasses remained on ice, barely touched by predators. Wolves killed more than they needed. They killed, captured by the excitement of hunting, greed, fear of hunger. This time, a successful hunt did not extinguish the hostility between adult males. And, leading the family to the day, the wolf Mother was forced to constantly glance at them, sensitively listening not only to the sounds of the morning forest, but also to the rustle of steps of the pack.