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She
paused
at
the
mouth
of
the
cave
and
looked
the
wall
over
carefully
.
Then
,
on
one
side
and
the
other
,
she
ran
along
the
base
of
the
wall
to
where
its
abrupt
bulk
merged
from
the
softer-lined
landscape
.
Returning
to
the
cave
,
she
entered
its
narrow
mouth
.
For
a
short
three
feet
she
was
compelled
to
crouch
,
then
the
walls
widened
and
rose
higher
in
a
little
round
chamber
nearly
six
feet
in
diameter
.
The
roof
barely
cleared
her
head
.
It
was
dry
and
cosey
.
She
inspected
it
with
painstaking
care
,
while
One
Eye
,
who
had
returned
,
stood
in
the
entrance
and
patiently
watched
her
.
She
dropped
her
head
,
with
her
nose
to
the
ground
and
directed
toward
a
point
near
to
her
closely
bunched
feet
,
and
around
this
point
she
circled
several
times
;
then
,
with
a
tired
sigh
that
was
almost
a
grunt
,
she
curled
her
body
in
,
relaxed
her
legs
,
and
dropped
down
,
her
head
toward
the
entrance
.
One
Eye
,
with
pointed
,
interested
ears
,
laughed
at
her
,
and
beyond
,
outlined
against
the
white
light
,
she
could
see
the
brush
of
his
tail
waving
good-naturedly
.
Her
own
ears
,
with
a
snuggling
movement
,
laid
their
sharp
points
backward
and
down
against
the
head
for
a
moment
,
while
her
mouth
opened
and
her
tongue
lolled
peaceably
out
,
and
in
this
way
she
expressed
that
she
was
pleased
and
satisfied
.
One
Eye
was
hungry
.
Though
he
lay
down
in
the
entrance
and
slept
,
his
sleep
was
fitful
.
He
kept
awaking
and
cocking
his
ears
at
the
bright
world
without
,
where
the
April
sun
was
blazing
across
the
snow
.
When
he
dozed
,
upon
his
ears
would
steal
the
faint
whispers
of
hidden
trickles
of
running
water
,
and
he
would
rouse
and
listen
intently
.
The
sun
had
come
back
,
and
all
the
awakening
Northland
world
was
calling
to
him
.
Life
was
stirring
.
The
feel
of
spring
was
in
the
air
,
the
feel
of
growing
life
under
the
snow
,
of
sap
ascending
in
the
trees
,
of
buds
bursting
the
shackles
of
the
frost
.
He
cast
anxious
glances
at
his
mate
,
but
she
showed
no
desire
to
get
up
.
He
looked
outside
,
and
half
a
dozen
snow-birds
fluttered
across
his
field
of
vision
.
He
started
to
get
up
,
then
looked
back
to
his
mate
again
,
and
settled
down
and
dozed
.
A
shrill
and
minute
singing
stole
upon
his
heating
.
Once
,
and
twice
,
he
sleepily
brushed
his
nose
with
his
paw
.
Then
he
woke
up
.
There
,
buzzing
in
the
air
at
the
tip
of
his
nose
,
was
a
lone
mosquito
.
It
was
a
full-grown
mosquito
,
one
that
had
lain
frozen
in
a
dry
log
all
winter
and
that
had
now
been
thawed
out
by
the
sun
.
He
could
resist
the
call
of
the
world
no
longer
.
Besides
,
he
was
hungry
.
He
crawled
over
to
his
mate
and
tried
to
persuade
her
to
get
up
.
But
she
only
snarled
at
him
,
and
he
walked
out
alone
into
the
bright
sunshine
to
find
the
snow-surface
soft
under
foot
and
the
travelling
difficult
.
He
went
up
the
frozen
bed
of
the
stream
,
where
the
snow
,
shaded
by
the
trees
,
was
yet
hard
and
crystalline
.
He
was
gone
eight
hours
,
and
he
came
back
through
the
darkness
hungrier
than
when
he
had
started
.
He
had
found
game
,
but
he
had
not
caught
it
.
He
had
broken
through
the
melting
snow
crust
,
and
wallowed
,
while
the
snowshoe
rabbits
had
skimmed
along
on
top
lightly
as
ever
.
He
paused
at
the
mouth
of
the
cave
with
a
sudden
shock
of
suspicion
.
Faint
,
strange
sounds
came
from
within
.
They
were
sounds
not
made
by
his
mate
,
and
yet
they
were
remotely
familiar
.
He
bellied
cautiously
inside
and
was
met
by
a
warning
snarl
from
the
she-wolf
.
This
he
received
without
perturbation
,
though
he
obeyed
it
by
keeping
his
distance
;
but
he
remained
interested
in
the
other
sounds
--
faint
,
muffled
sobbings
and
slubberings
.
His
mate
warned
him
irritably
away
,
and
he
curled
up
and
slept
in
the
entrance
.
When
morning
came
and
a
dim
light
pervaded
the
lair
,
he
again
sought
after
the
source
of
the
remotely
familiar
sounds
.
There
was
a
new
note
in
his
mate
's
warning
snarl
.
It
was
a
jealous
note
,
and
he
was
very
careful
in
keeping
a
respectful
distance
.
Nevertheless
,
he
made
out
,
sheltering
between
her
legs
against
the
length
of
her
body
,
five
strange
little
bundles
of
life
,
very
feeble
,
very
helpless
,
making
tiny
whimpering
noises
,
with
eyes
that
did
not
open
to
the
light
.
He
was
surprised
.
It
was
not
the
first
time
in
his
long
and
successful
life
that
this
thing
had
happened
.
It
had
happened
many
times
,
yet
each
time
it
was
as
fresh
a
surprise
as
ever
to
him
.
His
mate
looked
at
him
anxiously
.
Every
little
while
she
emitted
a
low
growl
,
and
at
times
,
when
it
seemed
to
her
he
approached
too
near
,
the
growl
shot
up
in
her
throat
to
a
sharp
snarl
.
Of
her
own
experience
she
had
no
memory
of
the
thing
happening
;
but
in
her
instinct
,
which
was
the
experience
of
all
the
mothers
of
wolves
,
there
lurked
a
memory
of
fathers
that
had
eaten
their
new-born
and
helpless
progeny
.
It
manifested
itself
as
a
fear
strong
within
her
,
that
made
her
prevent
One
Eye
from
more
closely
inspecting
the
cubs
he
had
fathered
.
