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One
Eye
sprang
back
with
a
snort
of
sudden
fright
,
then
shrank
down
to
the
snow
and
crouched
,
snarling
threats
at
this
thing
of
fear
he
did
not
understand
.
But
the
she-wolf
coolly
thrust
past
him
.
She
poised
for
a
moment
,
then
sprang
for
the
dancing
rabbit
.
She
,
too
,
soared
high
,
but
not
so
high
as
the
quarry
,
and
her
teeth
clipped
emptily
together
with
a
metallic
snap
.
She
made
another
leap
,
and
another
.
Her
mate
had
slowly
relaxed
from
his
crouch
and
was
watching
her
.
He
now
evinced
displeasure
at
her
repeated
failures
,
and
himself
made
a
mighty
spring
upward
.
His
teeth
closed
upon
the
rabbit
,
and
he
bore
it
back
to
earth
with
him
.
But
at
the
same
time
there
was
a
suspicious
crackling
movement
beside
him
,
and
his
astonished
eye
saw
a
young
spruce
sapling
bending
down
above
him
to
strike
him
.
His
jaws
let
go
their
grip
,
and
he
leaped
backward
to
escape
this
strange
danger
,
his
lips
drawn
back
from
his
fangs
,
his
throat
snarling
,
every
hair
bristling
with
rage
and
fright
.
And
in
that
moment
the
sapling
reared
its
slender
length
upright
and
the
rabbit
soared
dancing
in
the
air
again
.
The
she-wolf
was
angry
.
She
sank
her
fangs
into
her
mate
's
shoulder
in
reproof
;
and
he
,
frightened
,
unaware
of
what
constituted
this
new
onslaught
,
struck
back
ferociously
and
in
still
greater
fright
,
ripping
down
the
side
of
the
she-wolf
's
muzzle
.
For
him
to
resent
such
reproof
was
equally
unexpected
to
her
,
and
she
sprang
upon
him
in
snarling
indignation
.
Then
he
discovered
his
mistake
and
tried
to
placate
her
.
But
she
proceeded
to
punish
him
roundly
,
until
he
gave
over
all
attempts
at
placation
,
and
whirled
in
a
circle
,
his
head
away
from
her
,
his
shoulders
receiving
the
punishment
of
her
teeth
.
In
the
meantime
the
rabbit
danced
above
them
in
the
air
.
The
she-wolf
sat
down
in
the
snow
,
and
old
One
Eye
,
now
more
in
fear
of
his
mate
than
of
the
mysterious
sapling
,
again
sprang
for
the
rabbit
.
As
he
sank
back
with
it
between
his
teeth
,
he
kept
his
eye
on
the
sapling
.
As
before
,
it
followed
him
back
to
earth
.
He
crouched
down
under
the
impending
blow
,
his
hair
bristling
,
but
his
teeth
still
keeping
tight
hold
of
the
rabbit
.
But
the
blow
did
not
fall
.
The
sapling
remained
bent
above
him
.
When
he
moved
it
moved
,
and
he
growled
at
it
through
his
clenched
jaws
;
when
he
remained
still
,
it
remained
still
,
and
he
concluded
it
was
safer
to
continue
remaining
still
.
Yet
the
warm
blood
of
the
rabbit
tasted
good
in
his
mouth
.
It
was
his
mate
who
relieved
him
from
the
quandary
in
which
he
found
himself
.
She
took
the
rabbit
from
him
,
and
while
the
sapling
swayed
and
teetered
threateningly
above
her
she
calmly
gnawed
off
the
rabbit
's
head
.
At
once
the
sapling
shot
up
,
and
after
that
gave
no
more
trouble
,
remaining
in
the
decorous
and
perpendicular
position
in
which
nature
had
intended
it
to
grow
.
Then
,
between
them
,
the
she-wolf
and
One
Eye
devoured
the
game
which
the
mysterious
sapling
had
caught
for
them
.
There
were
other
run-ways
and
alleys
where
rabbits
were
hanging
in
the
air
,
and
the
wolf-pair
prospected
them
all
,
the
she-wolf
leading
the
way
,
old
One
Eye
following
and
observant
,
learning
the
method
of
robbing
snares
--
a
knowledge
destined
to
stand
him
in
good
stead
in
the
days
to
come
.
For
two
days
the
she-wolf
and
One
Eye
hung
about
the
Indian
camp
.
He
was
worried
and
apprehensive
,
yet
the
camp
lured
his
mate
and
she
was
loath
to
depart
.
But
when
,
one
morning
,
the
air
was
rent
with
the
report
of
a
rifle
close
at
hand
,
and
a
bullet
smashed
against
a
tree
trunk
several
inches
from
One
Eye
's
head
,
they
hesitated
no
more
,
but
went
off
on
a
long
,
swinging
lope
that
put
quick
miles
between
them
and
the
danger
.
They
did
not
go
far
--
a
couple
of
days
'
journey
.
The
she-wolf
's
need
to
find
the
thing
for
which
she
searched
had
now
become
imperative
.
She
was
getting
very
heavy
,
and
could
run
but
slowly
.
Once
,
in
the
pursuit
of
a
rabbit
,
which
she
ordinarily
would
have
caught
with
ease
,
she
gave
over
and
lay
down
and
rested
.
One
Eye
came
to
her
;
but
when
he
touched
her
neck
gently
with
his
muzzle
she
snapped
at
him
with
such
quick
fierceness
that
he
tumbled
over
backward
and
cut
a
ridiculous
figure
in
his
effort
to
escape
her
teeth
.
Her
temper
was
now
shorter
than
ever
;
but
he
had
become
more
patient
than
ever
and
more
solicitous
.
And
then
she
found
the
thing
for
which
she
sought
.
It
was
a
few
miles
up
a
small
stream
that
in
the
summer
time
flowed
into
the
Mackenzie
,
but
that
then
was
frozen
over
and
frozen
down
to
its
rocky
bottom
--
a
dead
stream
of
solid
white
from
source
to
mouth
.
The
she-wolf
was
trotting
wearily
along
,
her
mate
well
in
advance
,
when
she
came
upon
the
overhanging
,
high
clay-bank
.
She
turned
aside
and
trotted
over
to
it
.
The
wear
and
tear
of
spring
storms
and
melting
snows
had
underwashed
the
bank
and
in
one
place
had
made
a
small
cave
out
of
a
narrow
fissure
.
