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The
she-wolf
had
by
now
developed
a
ferocious
temper
.
Her
three
suitors
all
bore
the
marks
of
her
teeth
.
Yet
they
never
replied
in
kind
,
never
defended
themselves
against
her
.
They
turned
their
shoulders
to
her
most
savage
slashes
,
and
with
wagging
tails
and
mincing
steps
strove
to
placate
her
wrath
.
But
if
they
were
all
mildness
toward
her
,
they
were
all
fierceness
toward
one
another
.
The
three-year-old
grew
too
ambitious
in
his
fierceness
.
He
caught
the
one-eyed
elder
on
his
blind
side
and
ripped
his
ear
into
ribbons
.
Though
the
grizzled
old
fellow
could
see
only
on
one
side
,
against
the
youth
and
vigour
of
the
other
he
brought
into
play
the
wisdom
of
long
years
of
experience
.
His
lost
eye
and
his
scarred
muzzle
bore
evidence
to
the
nature
of
his
experience
.
He
had
survived
too
many
battles
to
be
in
doubt
for
a
moment
about
what
to
do
.
The
battle
began
fairly
,
but
it
did
not
end
fairly
.
There
was
no
telling
what
the
outcome
would
have
been
,
for
the
third
wolf
joined
the
elder
,
and
together
,
old
leader
and
young
leader
,
they
attacked
the
ambitious
three-year-old
and
proceeded
to
destroy
him
.
He
was
beset
on
either
side
by
the
merciless
fangs
of
his
erstwhile
comrades
.
Forgotten
were
the
days
they
had
hunted
together
,
the
game
they
had
pulled
down
,
the
famine
they
had
suffered
.
That
business
was
a
thing
of
the
past
.
The
business
of
love
was
at
hand
--
ever
a
sterner
and
crueller
business
than
that
of
food-getting
.
And
in
the
meanwhile
,
the
she-wolf
,
the
cause
of
it
all
,
sat
down
contentedly
on
her
haunches
and
watched
.
She
was
even
pleased
.
This
was
her
day
--
and
it
came
not
often
--
when
manes
bristled
,
and
fang
smote
fang
or
ripped
and
tore
the
yielding
flesh
,
all
for
the
possession
of
her
.
And
in
the
business
of
love
the
three-year-old
,
who
had
made
this
his
first
adventure
upon
it
,
yielded
up
his
life
.
On
either
side
of
his
body
stood
his
two
rivals
.
They
were
gazing
at
the
she-wolf
,
who
sat
smiling
in
the
snow
.
But
the
elder
leader
was
wise
,
very
wise
,
in
love
even
as
in
battle
.
The
younger
leader
turned
his
head
to
lick
a
wound
on
his
shoulder
.
The
curve
of
his
neck
was
turned
toward
his
rival
.
With
his
one
eye
the
elder
saw
the
opportunity
.
He
darted
in
low
and
closed
with
his
fangs
.
It
was
a
long
,
ripping
slash
,
and
deep
as
well
.
His
teeth
,
in
passing
,
burst
the
wall
of
the
great
vein
of
the
throat
.
Then
he
leaped
clear
.
The
young
leader
snarled
terribly
,
but
his
snarl
broke
midmost
into
a
tickling
cough
.
Bleeding
and
coughing
,
already
stricken
,
he
sprang
at
the
elder
and
fought
while
life
faded
from
him
,
his
legs
going
weak
beneath
him
,
the
light
of
day
dulling
on
his
eyes
,
his
blows
and
springs
falling
shorter
and
shorter
.
And
all
the
while
the
she-wolf
sat
on
her
haunches
and
smiled
.
She
was
made
glad
in
vague
ways
by
the
battle
,
for
this
was
the
love-making
of
the
Wild
,
the
sex-tragedy
of
the
natural
world
that
was
tragedy
only
to
those
that
died
.
To
those
that
survived
it
was
not
tragedy
,
but
realisation
and
achievement
.
When
the
young
leader
lay
in
the
snow
and
moved
no
more
,
One
Eye
stalked
over
to
the
she-wolf
.
His
carriage
was
one
of
mingled
triumph
and
caution
.
He
was
plainly
expectant
of
a
rebuff
,
and
he
was
just
as
plainly
surprised
when
her
teeth
did
not
flash
out
at
him
in
anger
.
For
the
first
time
she
met
him
with
a
kindly
manner
.
She
sniffed
noses
with
him
,
and
even
condescended
to
leap
about
and
frisk
and
play
with
him
in
quite
puppyish
fashion
.
And
he
,
for
all
his
grey
years
and
sage
experience
,
behaved
quite
as
puppyishly
and
even
a
little
more
foolishly
.
Forgotten
already
were
the
vanquished
rivals
and
the
love-tale
red-written
on
the
snow
.
Forgotten
,
save
once
,
when
old
One
Eye
stopped
for
a
moment
to
lick
his
stiffening
wounds
.
Then
it
was
that
his
lips
half
writhed
into
a
snarl
,
and
the
hair
of
his
neck
and
shoulders
involuntarily
bristled
,
while
he
half
crouched
for
a
spring
,
his
claws
spasmodically
clutching
into
the
snow-surface
for
firmer
footing
.
But
it
was
all
forgotten
the
next
moment
,
as
he
sprang
after
the
she-wolf
,
who
was
coyly
leading
him
a
chase
through
the
woods
.
