He trembled as she knelt before him again, and up through the years came the wild and glorious surge of Kazan's blood, overwhelming the wolf, submerging the savagery of his birth--and with his head flat on the floor he whined softly, and WAGGED HIS TAIL.
Nepeese gave a cry of joy.
"Baree!" she whispered, taking his head in her hands.

"Baree!" Her touch thrilled him.

It sent little throbs through his body, a tremulous quivering which she could feel and which deepened the glow in her eyes.

Gently her hand stroked his head and his back.

It seemed to Nepeese that he did not breathe.