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After
that
they
ran
side
by
side
,
like
good
friends
who
have
come
to
an
understanding
.
The
days
passed
by
,
and
they
kept
together
,
hunting
their
meat
and
killing
and
eating
it
in
common
.
After
a
time
the
she-wolf
began
to
grow
restless
.
She
seemed
to
be
searching
for
something
that
she
could
not
find
.
The
hollows
under
fallen
trees
seemed
to
attract
her
,
and
she
spent
much
time
nosing
about
among
the
larger
snow-piled
crevices
in
the
rocks
and
in
the
caves
of
overhanging
banks
.
Old
One
Eye
was
not
interested
at
all
,
but
he
followed
her
good-naturedly
in
her
quest
,
and
when
her
investigations
in
particular
places
were
unusually
protracted
,
he
would
lie
down
and
wait
until
she
was
ready
to
go
on
.
They
did
not
remain
in
one
place
,
but
travelled
across
country
until
they
regained
the
Mackenzie
River
,
down
which
they
slowly
went
,
leaving
it
often
to
hunt
game
along
the
small
streams
that
entered
it
,
but
always
returning
to
it
again
.
Sometimes
they
chanced
upon
other
wolves
,
usually
in
pairs
;
but
there
was
no
friendliness
of
intercourse
displayed
on
either
side
,
no
gladness
at
meeting
,
no
desire
to
return
to
the
pack-formation
.
Several
times
they
encountered
solitary
wolves
.
These
were
always
males
,
and
they
were
pressingly
insistent
on
joining
with
One
Eye
and
his
mate
.
This
he
resented
,
and
when
she
stood
shoulder
to
shoulder
with
him
,
bristling
and
showing
her
teeth
,
the
aspiring
solitary
ones
would
back
off
,
turn-tail
,
and
continue
on
their
lonely
way
.
One
moonlight
night
,
running
through
the
quiet
forest
,
One
Eye
suddenly
halted
.
His
muzzle
went
up
,
his
tail
stiffened
,
and
his
nostrils
dilated
as
he
scented
the
air
.
One
foot
also
he
held
up
,
after
the
manner
of
a
dog
.
He
was
not
satisfied
,
and
he
continued
to
smell
the
air
,
striving
to
understand
the
message
borne
upon
it
to
him
.
One
careless
sniff
had
satisfied
his
mate
,
and
she
trotted
on
to
reassure
him
.
Though
he
followed
her
,
he
was
still
dubious
,
and
he
could
not
forbear
an
occasional
halt
in
order
more
carefully
to
study
the
warning
.
She
crept
out
cautiously
on
the
edge
of
a
large
open
space
in
the
midst
of
the
trees
.
For
some
time
she
stood
alone
.
Then
One
Eye
,
creeping
and
crawling
,
every
sense
on
the
alert
,
every
hair
radiating
infinite
suspicion
,
joined
her
.
They
stood
side
by
side
,
watching
and
listening
and
smelling
.
To
their
ears
came
the
sounds
of
dogs
wrangling
and
scuffling
,
the
guttural
cries
of
men
,
the
sharper
voices
of
scolding
women
,
and
once
the
shrill
and
plaintive
cry
of
a
child
.
With
the
exception
of
the
huge
bulks
of
the
skin-lodges
,
little
could
be
seen
save
the
flames
of
the
fire
,
broken
by
the
movements
of
intervening
bodies
,
and
the
smoke
rising
slowly
on
the
quiet
air
.
But
to
their
nostrils
came
the
myriad
smells
of
an
Indian
camp
,
carrying
a
story
that
was
largely
incomprehensible
to
One
Eye
,
but
every
detail
of
which
the
she-wolf
knew
.
She
was
strangely
stirred
,
and
sniffed
and
sniffed
with
an
increasing
delight
.
But
old
One
Eye
was
doubtful
.
He
betrayed
his
apprehension
,
and
started
tentatively
to
go
.
She
turned
and
touched
his
neck
with
her
muzzle
in
a
reassuring
way
,
then
regarded
the
camp
again
.
A
new
wistfulness
was
in
her
face
,
but
it
was
not
the
wistfulness
of
hunger
.
She
was
thrilling
to
a
desire
that
urged
her
to
go
forward
,
to
be
in
closer
to
that
fire
,
to
be
squabbling
with
the
dogs
,
and
to
be
avoiding
and
dodging
the
stumbling
feet
of
men
.
One
Eye
moved
impatiently
beside
her
;
her
unrest
came
back
upon
her
,
and
she
knew
again
her
pressing
need
to
find
the
thing
for
which
she
searched
.
She
turned
and
trotted
back
into
the
forest
,
to
the
great
relief
of
One
Eye
,
who
trotted
a
little
to
the
fore
until
they
were
well
within
the
shelter
of
the
trees
.
As
they
slid
along
,
noiseless
as
shadows
,
in
the
moonlight
,
they
came
upon
a
run-way
.
Both
noses
went
down
to
the
footprints
in
the
snow
.
These
footprints
were
very
fresh
.
One
Eye
ran
ahead
cautiously
,
his
mate
at
his
heels
.
The
broad
pads
of
their
feet
were
spread
wide
and
in
contact
with
the
snow
were
like
velvet
.
One
Eye
caught
sight
of
a
dim
movement
of
white
in
the
midst
of
the
white
.
His
sliding
gait
had
been
deceptively
swift
,
but
it
was
as
nothing
to
the
speed
at
which
he
now
ran
.
Before
him
was
bounding
the
faint
patch
of
white
he
had
discovered
.
They
were
running
along
a
narrow
alley
flanked
on
either
side
by
a
growth
of
young
spruce
.
Through
the
trees
the
mouth
of
the
alley
could
be
seen
,
opening
out
on
a
moonlit
glade
.
Old
One
Eye
was
rapidly
overhauling
the
fleeing
shape
of
white
.
Bound
by
bound
he
gained
.
Now
he
was
upon
it
.
One
leap
more
and
his
teeth
would
be
sinking
into
it
.
But
that
leap
was
never
made
.
High
in
the
air
,
and
straight
up
,
soared
the
shape
of
white
,
now
a
struggling
snowshoe
rabbit
that
leaped
and
bounded
,
executing
a
fantastic
dance
there
above
him
in
the
air
and
never
once
returning
to
earth
.
