A low snarl from her throat, and Kazan had always stopped.

But on this day the snarl did not come.

In Gray Wolf's throat it died away in a low, whimpering sound.

A note of loneliness, of gladness, of a great yearning.

"It is all right now," she was saying to Kazan; and Kazan--pausing for a moment to make sure--replied with an answering note deep in his throat.
Still slowly, as if not quite sure of what he would find, Kazan came to them, and Baree snuggled closer to his mother.