As swiftly as he had come he was gone, and in his place followed half a score of noiseless shadows passing so quickly that to Miki they were like the coming and the going of the wind.
For many minutes after that he stood and listened but again silence had fallen upon the night.

After a little he went back into the windfall and lay down beside Neewa.
Hours that followed he passed in restless snatches of slumber.

He dreamed of things that he had forgotten.

He dreamed of Challoner.

He dreamed of chill nights and the big fires; he heard his master's voice and he felt again the touch of his hand; but over it all and through it all ran that wild hunting voice of his own kind.
In the early dawn he came out from under the windfall and smelled of the trail where the wolves and the caribou had passed.