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After
each
repulse
,
when
the
old
wolf
sheered
abruptly
away
from
the
sharp-toothed
object
of
his
desire
,
he
shouldered
against
a
young
three-year-old
that
ran
on
his
blind
right
side
.
This
young
wolf
had
attained
his
full
size
;
and
,
considering
the
weak
and
famished
condition
of
the
pack
,
he
possessed
more
than
the
average
vigour
and
spirit
.
Nevertheless
,
he
ran
with
his
head
even
with
the
shoulder
of
his
one-eyed
elder
.
When
he
ventured
to
run
abreast
of
the
older
wolf
(
which
was
seldom
)
,
a
snarl
and
a
snap
sent
him
back
even
with
the
shoulder
again
.
Sometimes
,
however
,
he
dropped
cautiously
and
slowly
behind
and
edged
in
between
the
old
leader
and
the
she-wolf
.
This
was
doubly
resented
,
even
triply
resented
.
When
she
snarled
her
displeasure
,
the
old
leader
would
whirl
on
the
three-year-old
.
Sometimes
she
whirled
with
him
.
And
sometimes
the
young
leader
on
the
left
whirled
,
too
.
At
such
times
,
confronted
by
three
sets
of
savage
teeth
,
the
young
wolf
stopped
precipitately
,
throwing
himself
back
on
his
haunches
,
with
fore-legs
stiff
,
mouth
menacing
,
and
mane
bristling
.
This
confusion
in
the
front
of
the
moving
pack
always
caused
confusion
in
the
rear
.
The
wolves
behind
collided
with
the
young
wolf
and
expressed
their
displeasure
by
administering
sharp
nips
on
his
hind-legs
and
flanks
.
He
was
laying
up
trouble
for
himself
,
for
lack
of
food
and
short
tempers
went
together
;
but
with
the
boundless
faith
of
youth
he
persisted
in
repeating
the
manoeuvre
every
little
while
,
though
it
never
succeeded
in
gaining
anything
for
him
but
discomfiture
.
Had
there
been
food
,
love-making
and
fighting
would
have
gone
on
apace
,
and
the
pack-formation
would
have
been
broken
up
.
But
the
situation
of
the
pack
was
desperate
.
It
was
lean
with
long-standing
hunger
.
It
ran
below
its
ordinary
speed
.
At
the
rear
limped
the
weak
members
,
the
very
young
and
the
very
old
.
At
the
front
were
the
strongest
.
Yet
all
were
more
like
skeletons
than
full-bodied
wolves
.
Nevertheless
,
with
the
exception
of
the
ones
that
limped
,
the
movements
of
the
animals
were
effortless
and
tireless
.
Their
stringy
muscles
seemed
founts
of
inexhaustible
energy
.
Behind
every
steel-like
contraction
of
a
muscle
,
lay
another
steel-like
contraction
,
and
another
,
and
another
,
apparently
without
end
.
They
ran
many
miles
that
day
.
They
ran
through
the
night
.
And
the
next
day
found
them
still
running
.
They
were
running
over
the
surface
of
a
world
frozen
and
dead
.
No
life
stirred
.
They
alone
moved
through
the
vast
inertness
.
They
alone
were
alive
,
and
they
sought
for
other
things
that
were
alive
in
order
that
they
might
devour
them
and
continue
to
live
.
They
crossed
low
divides
and
ranged
a
dozen
small
streams
in
a
lower-lying
country
before
their
quest
was
rewarded
.
Then
they
came
upon
moose
.
It
was
a
big
bull
they
first
found
.
Here
was
meat
and
life
,
and
it
was
guarded
by
no
mysterious
fires
nor
flying
missiles
of
flame
.
Splay
hoofs
and
palmated
antlers
they
knew
,
and
they
flung
their
customary
patience
and
caution
to
the
wind
.
It
was
a
brief
fight
and
fierce
.
The
big
bull
was
beset
on
every
side
.
He
ripped
them
open
or
split
their
skulls
with
shrewdly
driven
blows
of
his
great
hoofs
.
He
crushed
them
and
broke
them
on
his
large
horns
.
He
stamped
them
into
the
snow
under
him
in
the
wallowing
struggle
.
But
he
was
foredoomed
,
and
he
went
down
with
the
she-wolf
tearing
savagely
at
his
throat
,
and
with
other
teeth
fixed
everywhere
upon
him
,
devouring
him
alive
,
before
ever
his
last
struggles
ceased
or
his
last
damage
had
been
wrought
.
There
was
food
in
plenty
.
The
bull
weighed
over
eight
hundred
pounds
--
fully
twenty
pounds
of
meat
per
mouth
for
the
forty-odd
wolves
of
the
pack
.
But
if
they
could
fast
prodigiously
,
they
could
feed
prodigiously
,
and
soon
a
few
scattered
bones
were
all
that
remained
of
the
splendid
live
brute
that
had
faced
the
pack
a
few
hours
before
.
There
was
now
much
resting
and
sleeping
.
With
full
stomachs
,
bickering
and
quarrelling
began
among
the
younger
males
,
and
this
continued
through
the
few
days
that
followed
before
the
breaking-up
of
the
pack
.
The
famine
was
over
.
The
wolves
were
now
in
the
country
of
game
,
and
though
they
still
hunted
in
pack
,
they
hunted
more
cautiously
,
cutting
out
heavy
cows
or
crippled
old
bulls
from
the
small
moose-herds
they
ran
across
.
There
came
a
day
,
in
this
land
of
plenty
,
when
the
wolf-pack
split
in
half
and
went
in
different
directions
.
The
she-wolf
,
the
young
leader
on
her
left
,
and
the
one-eyed
elder
on
her
right
,
led
their
half
of
the
pack
down
to
the
Mackenzie
River
and
across
into
the
lake
country
to
the
east
.
Each
day
this
remnant
of
the
pack
dwindled
.
Two
by
two
,
male
and
female
,
the
wolves
were
deserting
.
Occasionally
a
solitary
male
was
driven
out
by
the
sharp
teeth
of
his
rivals
.
In
the
end
there
remained
only
four
:
the
she-wolf
,
the
young
leader
,
the
one-eyed
one
,
and
the
ambitious
three-year-old
.
