In ancient times, the mountainous areas of northwestern Hubei were sparsely populated, and there were often jackals, wolves, tigers and leopards in the valley city area. Common people could not prevent it. Either poultry and livestock were eaten by beasts, or people who were active alone were bitten or even killed.

One winter, after dinner at the Fire Temple at night, a bold hunter took advantage of the hazy moonlight to go home to Ban River. In Shanya, a flood ditch, he saw two green and bright eyes in the distance. He knew that he had encountered a wolf. As the saying goes, wine strengthens a hero's gall. The hunter drank three sea bowls of Yunwu Mountain sealed yellow wine that night. This kind of wine is also called falling into the wind. The hunter was sweating all over and his legs were weak. Although his consciousness was a little vague, he also knew that his life would be in danger when he encountered a wolf. He was brave and walked forward with a firegun. The wolf had no intention of dodging at all. The hunter stopped and confronted the wolf for a while. He decided to aim and shoot. A gunshot rang out, and the two bright green spots disappeared. The hunter knew that he had been hit, and he was not sure if he had been killed, so he did not dare to move forward rashly. At this time alcohol came up, and the hunter loaded the gunpowder and shotguns, sat on a stone, leaned against a big tree, and prepared to sleep with the firegun for a while.

A gust of cool wind blew, and the hunter opened his eyes and saw that more than a dozen pairs of wolf eyes were shaking not far away. The hunter was so frightened that he woke up. He quickly climbed to the tree and squatted on the branches of the tree two feet above the ground. The wolves surrounded and began to howl, and the sound was really terrifying. After howling for a while, some wolves hit the tree, some tried to climb the tree, and some grabbed the bark with their sharp claws, as if they were crazy. It was a century-old oak tree with a diameter of two feet in the chest, and the trunk only branched more than five feet above the ground. It grew branches around the trunk, like a five-story pagoda. The hunter squatted on the fourth floor. He untied the cloth rope around his waist, tied himself to the trunk, and rode on the thickest cross branch. Finally, it was dawn, and the wolves were very unwilling to leave. The pouch that the hunter had dropped on the ground was held in the mouth of the big wolf who led the hunter, and the hunter knew that it was the wolf king. The wolves surrounded the wolf who had been killed the night before, wailing as if to bid farewell to the body. Later, the wolves dropped body of the wolf. The hunter had only heard of wolves eating their dead kind, and he did not want them to be eaten by humans or other animals. The first time he saw it with his own eyes, the ferocity of the wolf made him feel too terrible.

From then on, this group of wolves formed a relationship with the hunter. Wolves rely on smell to find prey or enemies. A few days later, the hunter's family went to Fangxian for a wedding and came back in the afternoon to find that something was wrong: the gate was knocked open, the grain on the mat outside was covered with something, the big yellow dog on a leash at home was bitten to death, not a single chicken or duck was left in the house, feathers and blood were everywhere, and the bacon in the utility room in the backyard was gone. Looking at the edge of the bamboo garden, a lot of sand was loosened, and his cigarette bag was placed on the mound, which was wet. At a smell, it smelled of wolf urine, which was fishy and nasty. The hunter knew that the wolves were coming. The hunter gathered his family and discussed measures to prevent wolves.

The next day, the hunter went out hunting. He had just left on his front foot when the wolves came. The hunter's wife had just brought the eight-year-old eldest grandson and three-year-old granddaughter upstairs. The son and daughter-in-law quickly climbed the wooden ladder, watching the first wolf put his front foot on the wooden ladder, and the young couple hurriedly lifted the wooden ladder up, but the wolf failed. More than a dozen wolves frantically destroyed, biting the small quilt in the cradle, knocking the teapot on the table, urinating on the vegetable basket, and howling at the wooden building. The five people were too scared to come out. After tossing for half an hour, the wolves ran to the vegetable field in front of the door and smashed the green onions, radishes, and cabbage. When the hungry New Year's pig let out a hum, the wolves rushed into the pigsty again, killed and ate the two hundred catties of the big black pigs. The hunter's son was about to go down and fight with a steel fork, but was stopped by his mother.

The hunter returned home angry and shocked. He decided to take the initiative to take defensive measures: he dug traps, placed iron clips, put poison bait, and wire rings. The cunning wolf seemed to understand the hunter's intentions and was always careful to test them.

One day, a half-sized wolf fell into a trap and desperately called for help. The wolves came, but there was no way to rescue him. The hunter brought a few hunter friends, and the crowd confronted the wolves. Both sides knew that if they started a war, they would suffer a loss, and finally the wolves left first. The hunter did not want to have any more conflicts with the wolf, so he did not kill the wolf, but leaned a wooden board against the trap. The half-sized wolf slowly climbed up from the board, only to find that the people did not mean to hurt him and ran away quickly.

A few days later, the hunter was hunting in Yunwu Mountain and found a wolf two or three months old caught in an iron clip. The hunter opened the iron clip and released the wolf. The wolf struggled to walk a few steps and lay down. The hunter checked leg of the wolf, and it turned out that the leg bone of the left hind leg was broken. The hunter fed the turtledove to the wolf, and the wolf devoured it. The hunter pitied the wolf and decided to take him home for healing.

The little wolf arrived at the hunter's house, as obedient and docile as a puppy. The hunter gave him medicine to stop bleeding and reduce inflammation, and fed meat to his prey. A few days later, a group of wolves came to the door again, and the hunter quickly closed the door and barred the door. The pack howled, and the little wolf howled with his head raised. The hunter put the little wolf in the basket and put it down with a rope. The little wolf returned to the pack, and the wolf king and a she-wolf licked his fur, and their eyes were full of love. After half an hour, the wolf king left with the group of wolves, and the little wolf stayed where he was.

The little wolf's body got better day by day, and the hunter beat the pheasant and rabbit to fill the little wolf first. One day at noon, the hunter was sleeping, and the little wolf climbed into the bed and licked him awake. The hunter was startled, and the little wolf's mouth was full of blood. The hunter predicted the ominous situation and hurried to the inner room to see the little granddaughter. The little girl was fast asleep, and there was a dead snake on the bamboo mat on the ground. The hunter understood, and it turned out that a snake fell off the roof and landed next to the granddaughter. The little wolf bit the snake to death. The hunter washed the little wolf's mouth and found that there was no injury, so he was relieved.

A few days later, the wolves came again, this time without howling, squatting in a row. The hunter asked the little wolf to go to the wolves, and the little wolf looked back every few steps, as if he couldn't bear it. Finally, he went back to the wolves and left.

One snowy day, the hunter got up early in the morning, opened the door, and found a suede lying in the snow, and saw a string of wolf footprints. The footprints were very large, and the hunter speculated that the wolf king had come to repay his kindness. Since then, the hunter and the wolf have lived in peace. He has encountered wolves in the mountains several times, and wolves have taken the initiative to avoid them.