N° 43 advanced through the forest with a deer in his hand, which was bleeding deeply, still alive but slowly dying. The deer's body gave small but constant spasms of pain.
N°43 was not worried about the deer, many animals preferred to kill animals rather than eat a dead animal. Knowing this, he preferred not to kill the deer so that the meat would still have its natural warmth and life.
When he finally found traces of the wolves N°43 left the deer on the ground and moved on, climbing to the top of the trees. There he saw how little by little the wolves began to arrive, with a curious look and trying to learn the behavior of the wolves; N°43 concentrated on them without losing sight of them.
