It was his first impression of fire, and it made his eyes smart.

He would have slunk back into the friendly gloom of the windfall, but at this moment Gray Wolf came around the end of a great log, followed by Kazan.

She muzzled Baree joyously, and Kazan in a most doglike fashion wagged his tail.

This mark of the dog was to be a part of Baree.

Half wolf, he would always wag his tail.