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ayan Gobi mune。 If you two say nothing； no one else need know。”
The livestock made it through the latter half of winter without inci—dent。 The Olon wolf pack followed the gazelles far away； where it dispersed。 The great blizzard did not e。 Over the lonely winter； when Chen Zhen was neither tending the sheep nor on night watch； he made his rounds of the grassland； search—ing out tales of wolves； spending most of his time on the legend of the “flying wolves。” Known throughout the Olonbulag； it had recent ori—gins and； as it turned out； was set in the area of Chen’s production bri—gade。 He was determined to get to the bottom of the legend and satisfy his curiosity as to how wolves were able to “fly” on the Olonbulag。
Soon after their arrival； the students had been told by herdsmen that Tengger had sent the wolves down to Earth； which meant they could fly。 Over the centuries； when a herdsman died； his body was taken into the wilds and laid out in open view for the wolves to dispose of。 The “sky burial” was pleted once the wolves had eaten every morsel of human remains。 It was called a sky burial owing to the belief that the wolves could fly to Tengger； taking the human soul back with them； just like the magic eagles of Tibet。 But when the students labeled this as superstition； one of the “four olds” attacked during the Cultural Revolution； the herdsmen insisted that wolves could fly。 As recently as the third year of the Cultural Revolution； they said； a pack of wolves flew into Second Brigade Cherendorji’s stone enclosure； where they ate a dozen sheep and killed more than two hundred。 After satisfying their appetite； they flew away。 The stone wall was six or seven feet high； too high for a person to climb over； so how did the wolves get in there if they didn’t
