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The
famine
broke
.
The
she-wolf
brought
home
meat
.
It
was
strange
meat
,
different
from
any
she
had
ever
brought
before
.
It
was
a
lynx
kitten
,
partly
grown
,
like
the
cub
,
but
not
so
large
.
And
it
was
all
for
him
.
His
mother
had
satisfied
her
hunger
elsewhere
;
though
he
did
not
know
that
it
was
the
rest
of
the
lynx
litter
that
had
gone
to
satisfy
her
.
Nor
did
he
know
the
desperateness
of
her
deed
.
He
knew
only
that
the
velvet-furred
kitten
was
meat
,
and
he
ate
and
waxed
happier
with
every
mouthful
.
A
full
stomach
conduces
to
inaction
,
and
the
cub
lay
in
the
cave
,
sleeping
against
his
mother
's
side
.
He
was
aroused
by
her
snarling
.
Never
had
he
heard
her
snarl
so
terribly
.
Possibly
in
her
whole
life
it
was
the
most
terrible
snarl
she
ever
gave
.
There
was
reason
for
it
,
and
none
knew
it
better
than
she
.
A
lynx
's
lair
is
not
despoiled
with
impunity
.
In
the
full
glare
of
the
afternoon
light
,
crouching
in
the
entrance
of
the
cave
,
the
cub
saw
the
lynx-mother
.
The
hair
rippled
up
along
his
back
at
the
sight
.
Here
was
fear
,
and
it
did
not
require
his
instinct
to
tell
him
of
it
.
And
if
sight
alone
were
not
sufficient
,
the
cry
of
rage
the
intruder
gave
,
beginning
with
a
snarl
and
rushing
abruptly
upward
into
a
hoarse
screech
,
was
convincing
enough
in
itself
.
The
cub
felt
the
prod
of
the
life
that
was
in
him
,
and
stood
up
and
snarled
valiantly
by
his
mother
's
side
.
But
she
thrust
him
ignominiously
away
and
behind
her
.
Because
of
the
low-roofed
entrance
the
lynx
could
not
leap
in
,
and
when
she
made
a
crawling
rush
of
it
the
she-wolf
sprang
upon
her
and
pinned
her
down
.
The
cub
saw
little
of
the
battle
.
There
was
a
tremendous
snarling
and
spitting
and
screeching
.
The
two
animals
threshed
about
,
the
lynx
ripping
and
tearing
with
her
claws
and
using
her
teeth
as
well
,
while
the
she-wolf
used
her
teeth
alone
.
Once
,
the
cub
sprang
in
and
sank
his
teeth
into
the
hind
leg
of
the
lynx
.
He
clung
on
,
growling
savagely
.
Though
he
did
not
know
it
,
by
the
weight
of
his
body
he
clogged
the
action
of
the
leg
and
thereby
saved
his
mother
much
damage
.
A
change
in
the
battle
crushed
him
under
both
their
bodies
and
wrenched
loose
his
hold
.
The
next
moment
the
two
mothers
separated
,
and
,
before
they
rushed
together
again
,
the
lynx
lashed
out
at
the
cub
with
a
huge
fore-paw
that
ripped
his
shoulder
open
to
the
bone
and
sent
him
hurtling
sidewise
against
the
wall
.
Then
was
added
to
the
uproar
the
cub
's
shrill
yelp
of
pain
and
fright
.
But
the
fight
lasted
so
long
that
he
had
time
to
cry
himself
out
and
to
experience
a
second
burst
of
courage
;
and
the
end
of
the
battle
found
him
again
clinging
to
a
hind-leg
and
furiously
growling
between
his
teeth
.
The
lynx
was
dead
.
But
the
she-wolf
was
very
weak
and
sick
.
At
first
she
caressed
the
cub
and
licked
his
wounded
shoulder
;
but
the
blood
she
had
lost
had
taken
with
it
her
strength
,
and
for
all
of
a
day
and
a
night
she
lay
by
her
dead
foe
's
side
,
without
movement
,
scarcely
breathing
.
For
a
week
she
never
left
the
cave
,
except
for
water
,
and
then
her
movements
were
slow
and
painful
.
At
the
end
of
that
time
the
lynx
was
devoured
,
while
the
she-wolf
's
wounds
had
healed
sufficiently
to
permit
her
to
take
the
meat-trail
again
.
The
cub
's
shoulder
was
stiff
and
sore
,
and
for
some
time
he
limped
from
the
terrible
slash
he
had
received
.
But
the
world
now
seemed
changed
.
He
went
about
in
it
with
greater
confidence
,
with
a
feeling
of
prowess
that
had
not
been
his
in
the
days
before
the
battle
with
the
lynx
.
He
had
looked
upon
life
in
a
more
ferocious
aspect
;
he
had
fought
;
he
had
buried
his
teeth
in
the
flesh
of
a
foe
;
and
he
had
survived
.
And
because
of
all
this
,
he
carried
himself
more
boldly
,
with
a
touch
of
defiance
that
was
new
in
him
.
He
was
no
longer
afraid
of
minor
things
,
and
much
of
his
timidity
had
vanished
,
though
the
unknown
never
ceased
to
press
upon
him
with
its
mysteries
and
terrors
,
intangible
and
ever-menacing
.
He
began
to
accompany
his
mother
on
the
meat-trail
,
and
he
saw
much
of
the
killing
of
meat
and
began
to
play
his
part
in
it
.
And
in
his
own
dim
way
he
learned
the
law
of
meat
.
There
were
two
kinds
of
life
--
his
own
kind
and
the
other
kind
.
His
own
kind
included
his
mother
and
himself
.
The
other
kind
included
all
live
things
that
moved
.
But
the
other
kind
was
divided
.
One
portion
was
what
his
own
kind
killed
and
ate
.
This
portion
was
composed
of
the
non-killers
and
the
small
killers
.
The
other
portion
killed
and
ate
his
own
kind
,
or
was
killed
and
eaten
by
his
own
kind
.
And
out
of
this
classification
arose
the
law
.
The
aim
of
life
was
meat
.
Life
itself
was
meat
.
Life
lived
on
life
.
There
were
the
eaters
and
the
eaten
.
The
law
was
:
EAT
OR
BE
EATEN
.
He
did
not
formulate
the
law
in
clear
,
set
terms
and
moralise
about
it
.
He
did
not
even
think
the
law
;
he
merely
lived
the
law
without
thinking
about
it
at
all
.
He
saw
the
law
operating
around
him
on
every
side
.
He
had
eaten
the
ptarmigan
chicks
.
The
hawk
had
eaten
the
ptarmigan-mother
.
The
hawk
would
also
have
eaten
him
.
Later
,
when
he
had
grown
more
formidable
,
he
wanted
to
eat
the
hawk
.
He
had
eaten
the
lynx
kitten
.
The
lynx-mother
would
have
eaten
him
had
she
not
herself
been
killed
and
eaten
.
And
so
it
went
.
The
law
was
being
lived
about
him
by
all
live
things
,
and
he
himself
was
part
and
parcel
of
the
law
.
He
was
a
killer
.
His
only
food
was
meat
,
live
meat
,
that
ran
away
swiftly
before
him
,
or
flew
into
the
air
,
or
climbed
trees
,
or
hid
in
the
ground
,
or
faced
him
and
fought
with
him
,
or
turned
the
tables
and
ran
after
him
.
Had
the
cub
thought
in
man-fashion
,
he
might
have
epitomised
life
as
a
voracious
appetite
and
the
world
as
a
place
wherein
ranged
a
multitude
of
appetites
,
pursuing
and
being
pursued
,
hunting
and
being
hunted
,
eating
and
being
eaten
,
all
in
blindness
and
confusion
,
with
violence
and
disorder
,
a
chaos
of
gluttony
and
slaughter
,
ruled
over
by
chance
,
merciless
,
planless
,
endless
.
