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But
the
Wild
is
the
Wild
,
and
motherhood
is
motherhood
,
at
all
times
fiercely
protective
whether
in
the
Wild
or
out
of
it
;
and
the
time
was
to
come
when
the
she-wolf
,
for
her
grey
cub
's
sake
,
would
venture
the
left
fork
,
and
the
lair
in
the
rocks
,
and
the
lynx
's
wrath
.
By
the
time
his
mother
began
leaving
the
cave
on
hunting
expeditions
,
the
cub
had
learned
well
the
law
that
forbade
his
approaching
the
entrance
.
Not
only
had
this
law
been
forcibly
and
many
times
impressed
on
him
by
his
mother
's
nose
and
paw
,
but
in
him
the
instinct
of
fear
was
developing
.
Never
,
in
his
brief
cave-life
,
had
he
encountered
anything
of
which
to
be
afraid
.
Yet
fear
was
in
him
.
It
had
come
down
to
him
from
a
remote
ancestry
through
a
thousand
thousand
lives
.
It
was
a
heritage
he
had
received
directly
from
One
Eye
and
the
she-wolf
;
but
to
them
,
in
turn
,
it
had
been
passed
down
through
all
the
generations
of
wolves
that
had
gone
before
.
Fear
!
--
that
legacy
of
the
Wild
which
no
animal
may
escape
nor
exchange
for
pottage
.
So
the
grey
cub
knew
fear
,
though
he
knew
not
the
stuff
of
which
fear
was
made
.
Possibly
he
accepted
it
as
one
of
the
restrictions
of
life
.
For
he
had
already
learned
that
there
were
such
restrictions
.
Hunger
he
had
known
;
and
when
he
could
not
appease
his
hunger
he
had
felt
restriction
.
The
hard
obstruction
of
the
cave-wall
,
the
sharp
nudge
of
his
mother
's
nose
,
the
smashing
stroke
of
her
paw
,
the
hunger
unappeased
of
several
famines
,
had
borne
in
upon
him
that
all
was
not
freedom
in
the
world
,
that
to
life
there
was
limitations
and
restraints
.
These
limitations
and
restraints
were
laws
.
To
be
obedient
to
them
was
to
escape
hurt
and
make
for
happiness
.
He
did
not
reason
the
question
out
in
this
man
fashion
.
He
merely
classified
the
things
that
hurt
and
the
things
that
did
not
hurt
.
And
after
such
classification
he
avoided
the
things
that
hurt
,
the
restrictions
and
restraints
,
in
order
to
enjoy
the
satisfactions
and
the
remunerations
of
life
.
Thus
it
was
that
in
obedience
to
the
law
laid
down
by
his
mother
,
and
in
obedience
to
the
law
of
that
unknown
and
nameless
thing
,
fear
,
he
kept
away
from
the
mouth
of
the
cave
.
It
remained
to
him
a
white
wall
of
light
.
When
his
mother
was
absent
,
he
slept
most
of
the
time
,
while
during
the
intervals
that
he
was
awake
he
kept
very
quiet
,
suppressing
the
whimpering
cries
that
tickled
in
his
throat
and
strove
for
noise
.
Once
,
lying
awake
,
he
heard
a
strange
sound
in
the
white
wall
.
He
did
not
know
that
it
was
a
wolverine
,
standing
outside
,
all
a-trembling
with
its
own
daring
,
and
cautiously
scenting
out
the
contents
of
the
cave
.
The
cub
knew
only
that
the
sniff
was
strange
,
a
something
unclassified
,
therefore
unknown
and
terrible
--
for
the
unknown
was
one
of
the
chief
elements
that
went
into
the
making
of
fear
.
The
hair
bristled
upon
the
grey
cub
's
back
,
but
it
bristled
silently
.
How
was
he
to
know
that
this
thing
that
sniffed
was
a
thing
at
which
to
bristle
?
It
was
not
born
of
any
knowledge
of
his
,
yet
it
was
the
visible
expression
of
the
fear
that
was
in
him
,
and
for
which
,
in
his
own
life
,
there
was
no
accounting
.
But
fear
was
accompanied
by
another
instinct
--
that
of
concealment
.
The
cub
was
in
a
frenzy
of
terror
,
yet
he
lay
without
movement
or
sound
,
frozen
,
petrified
into
immobility
,
to
all
appearances
dead
.
His
mother
,
coming
home
,
growled
as
she
smelt
the
wolverine
's
track
,
and
bounded
into
the
cave
and
licked
and
nozzled
him
with
undue
vehemence
of
affection
.
And
the
cub
felt
that
somehow
he
had
escaped
a
great
hurt
.
But
there
were
other
forces
at
work
in
the
cub
,
the
greatest
of
which
was
growth
.
Instinct
and
law
demanded
of
him
obedience
.
But
growth
demanded
disobedience
.
His
mother
and
fear
impelled
him
to
keep
away
from
the
white
wall
.
Growth
is
life
,
and
life
is
for
ever
destined
to
make
for
light
.
So
there
was
no
damming
up
the
tide
of
life
that
was
rising
within
him
--
rising
with
every
mouthful
of
meat
he
swallowed
,
with
every
breath
he
drew
.
In
the
end
,
one
day
,
fear
and
obedience
were
swept
away
by
the
rush
of
life
,
and
the
cub
straddled
and
sprawled
toward
the
entrance
.
