Original Again

Long after the last cracking sound ended, the world regained a silvery white.

Not long ago, there were dinosaurs grazing everywhere, and the lively scene of chasing and frolicking was like a dream, dissipating in this silver white. A neat word "one" was torn off the ground, and the place that was originally flat became a steep cliff. On the opposite side of the cliff, it was their way. The distance is too far, and nothing can be seen clearly.

Beside the cliff, there was one sound, then another sound, intermittently white chirps.

That is the voice calling for a partner.

Meng Jiuzhao didn't know how to comfort him.

The cliff is too steep, almost a straight crack, and there is no way for Bai to go down. For three days, he stayed by the cliff and did not leave. Bai would find Louis and Meng Jiuzhao regularly for food, and the rest of the time was spent calling Blake intently.

The food around the cliff was very limited. Bai gave all the food that he could only find to the cubs. After days of grief and the shortage of food, Bai looked very weak by the fourth day. In the evening, he fell without warning.

"Tweet! Tweet!" Louis felt bad instinctively. He cautiously jumped onto the white neck that he used to love most. He wanted to grasp the white feathers on the soles of his feet to keep his balance, but the thick and flexible feathers were grabbed by him. Scattered one after another. Louis was frightened, thinking that he had done something wrong, and quickly jumped off.

He thought he would be scolded, but Bai never paid attention to him.

"Tweet?" Louis looked at Meng Jiuzhao incomprehensibly. He lowered his head and wanted to look at his paws, but only saw a chubby belly. As he moved, the feathers he had grabbed before scattered all over the ground.

Meng Jiuzhao's mind was blank.

He stood up carefully and touched his white nose: still breathing, and the body was still warm, but—

The white is too weak, and the hair loss that is getting better is getting more and more serious. Nowadays, there is no need to pull it hard, and a feather will be scattered almost with a light touch. The bare skin is exposed to the cold air, and it quickly becomes stiff.

Meng Jiuzhao pulled Louis's wings.

Louis seems to have a natural understanding of what Meng Jiuzhao wants to do.

They dug a deep hole in the snow, and then rolled the white into it. After carefully sealing the surroundings, Louis and Meng Jiuzhao carefully stuffed themselves in.

Bai's body is not as warm as it used to be, and it is not comfortable at all without the feather-covered crusty, but Meng Jiuzhao still sticks to him very tightly, and they want to use their bodies to warm Bai. Louis, who is already very good at running, has taken on the important task of supporting his family. He can always find crunchy grass and other inconspicuous little fruits, and stuff them into the big white mouth with Meng Jiuzhao.

Even more terrible at night.

There was dead silence on the ice field, and Meng Jiuzhao almost felt that he had become the only remaining human being in this world. Every time at this time, Louis would whisper in a low voice. Meng Jiuzhao will feel more at ease.

Pulling Louis's fur, the two carefully moved closer to Bai.

In the hearts of the cubs, as long as they are by their father's side, they are the safest.

In the afternoon of the next day, when Meng Jiuzhao and Louis worked together to put crunchy grass into the white mouth, those big round eyes opened.

Tears flowed from those big eyes.

He struggled to stand up, broke the snow nest that had covered him before, and put his arms around the two cubs.

"Baby, Louis, Blake, Blake him—"

He cried and choked.

With tears in his eyes, Bai looked in the direction of the cliff, where his partner Blake appeared in front of him embarrassed...

Hey?

Black?

"Blake... why are you bald?"

The cry stopped abruptly.