Rolling black, whistling from the distant sky, like a crazy storm, it makes the sky and the sky lose color, makes the wind rise and clouds surge, makes the sky and the sun split into pieces, sparse and sparse, tragically hitting on the grass.

the sound of wolves trampling on the grass, from the first rustle, to the next mottle like a drum, then to the storm behind, even though they are very busy, they are even fighting, countless horses are galloping back and forth, all kinds of noise are confused into a prairie. The sound of wolf claws trampling on the grassland, which is different from that of horse's...