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With
night
came
horror
.
Not
only
were
the
starving
wolves
growing
bolder
,
but
lack
of
sleep
was
telling
upon
Henry
.
He
dozed
despite
himself
,
crouching
by
the
fire
,
the
blankets
about
his
shoulders
,
the
axe
between
his
knees
,
and
on
either
side
a
dog
pressing
close
against
him
.
He
awoke
once
and
saw
in
front
of
him
,
not
a
dozen
feet
away
,
a
big
grey
wolf
,
one
of
the
largest
of
the
pack
.
And
even
as
he
looked
,
the
brute
deliberately
stretched
himself
after
the
manner
of
a
lazy
dog
,
yawning
full
in
his
face
and
looking
upon
him
with
a
possessive
eye
,
as
if
,
in
truth
,
he
were
merely
a
delayed
meal
that
was
soon
to
be
eaten
.
This
certitude
was
shown
by
the
whole
pack
.
Fully
a
score
he
could
count
,
staring
hungrily
at
him
or
calmly
sleeping
in
the
snow
.
They
reminded
him
of
children
gathered
about
a
spread
table
and
awaiting
permission
to
begin
to
eat
.
And
he
was
the
food
they
were
to
eat
!
He
wondered
how
and
when
the
meal
would
begin
.
As
he
piled
wood
on
the
fire
he
discovered
an
appreciation
of
his
own
body
which
he
had
never
felt
before
.
He
watched
his
moving
muscles
and
was
interested
in
the
cunning
mechanism
of
his
fingers
.
By
the
light
of
the
fire
he
crooked
his
fingers
slowly
and
repeatedly
now
one
at
a
time
,
now
all
together
,
spreading
them
wide
or
making
quick
gripping
movements
.
He
studied
the
nail-formation
,
and
prodded
the
finger-tips
,
now
sharply
,
and
again
softly
,
gauging
the
while
the
nerve-sensations
produced
.
It
fascinated
him
,
and
he
grew
suddenly
fond
of
this
subtle
flesh
of
his
that
worked
so
beautifully
and
smoothly
and
delicately
.
Then
he
would
cast
a
glance
of
fear
at
the
wolf-circle
drawn
expectantly
about
him
,
and
like
a
blow
the
realisation
would
strike
him
that
this
wonderful
body
of
his
,
this
living
flesh
,
was
no
more
than
so
much
meat
,
a
quest
of
ravenous
animals
,
to
be
torn
and
slashed
by
their
hungry
fangs
,
to
be
sustenance
to
them
as
the
moose
and
the
rabbit
had
often
been
sustenance
to
him
.
He
came
out
of
a
doze
that
was
half
nightmare
,
to
see
the
red-hued
she-wolf
before
him
.
She
was
not
more
than
half
a
dozen
feet
away
sitting
in
the
snow
and
wistfully
regarding
him
.
The
two
dogs
were
whimpering
and
snarling
at
his
feet
,
but
she
took
no
notice
of
them
.
She
was
looking
at
the
man
,
and
for
some
time
he
returned
her
look
.
There
was
nothing
threatening
about
her
.
She
looked
at
him
merely
with
a
great
wistfulness
,
but
he
knew
it
to
be
the
wistfulness
of
an
equally
great
hunger
.
He
was
the
food
,
and
the
sight
of
him
excited
in
her
the
gustatory
sensations
.
Her
mouth
opened
,
the
saliva
drooled
forth
,
and
she
licked
her
chops
with
the
pleasure
of
anticipation
.
A
spasm
of
fear
went
through
him
.
He
reached
hastily
for
a
brand
to
throw
at
her
.
But
even
as
he
reached
,
and
before
his
fingers
had
closed
on
the
missile
,
she
sprang
back
into
safety
;
and
he
knew
that
she
was
used
to
having
things
thrown
at
her
.
She
had
snarled
as
she
sprang
away
,
baring
her
white
fangs
to
their
roots
,
all
her
wistfulness
vanishing
,
being
replaced
by
a
carnivorous
malignity
that
made
him
shudder
.
He
glanced
at
the
hand
that
held
the
brand
,
noticing
the
cunning
delicacy
of
the
fingers
that
gripped
it
,
how
they
adjusted
themselves
to
all
the
inequalities
of
the
surface
,
curling
over
and
under
and
about
the
rough
wood
,
and
one
little
finger
,
too
close
to
the
burning
portion
of
the
brand
,
sensitively
and
automatically
writhing
back
from
the
hurtful
heat
to
a
cooler
gripping-place
;
and
in
the
same
instant
he
seemed
to
see
a
vision
of
those
same
sensitive
and
delicate
fingers
being
crushed
and
torn
by
the
white
teeth
of
the
she-wolf
.
Never
had
he
been
so
fond
of
this
body
of
his
as
now
when
his
tenure
of
it
was
so
precarious
.
All
night
,
with
burning
brands
,
he
fought
off
the
hungry
pack
.
When
he
dozed
despite
himself
,
the
whimpering
and
snarling
of
the
dogs
aroused
him
.
Morning
came
,
but
for
the
first
time
the
light
of
day
failed
to
scatter
the
wolves
.
The
man
waited
in
vain
for
them
to
go
.
They
remained
in
a
circle
about
him
and
his
fire
,
displaying
an
arrogance
of
possession
that
shook
his
courage
born
of
the
morning
light
.
He
made
one
desperate
attempt
to
pull
out
on
the
trail
.
But
the
moment
he
left
the
protection
of
the
fire
,
the
boldest
wolf
leaped
for
him
,
but
leaped
short
.
He
saved
himself
by
springing
back
,
the
jaws
snapping
together
a
scant
six
inches
from
his
thigh
.
The
rest
of
the
pack
was
now
up
and
surging
upon
him
,
and
a
throwing
of
firebrands
right
and
left
was
necessary
to
drive
them
back
to
a
respectful
distance
.
Even
in
the
daylight
he
did
not
dare
leave
the
fire
to
chop
fresh
wood
.
Twenty
feet
away
towered
a
huge
dead
spruce
.
He
spent
half
the
day
extending
his
campfire
to
the
tree
,
at
any
moment
a
half
dozen
burning
faggots
ready
at
hand
to
fling
at
his
enemies
.
Once
at
the
tree
,
he
studied
the
surrounding
forest
in
order
to
fell
the
tree
in
the
direction
of
the
most
firewood
.
