Her lips drew back, baring her fangs.

Her throat trembled, but the note in it never came.

Out of the darkness two yards away came a soft, puppyish whine, and the caressing sound of Kazan's tongue.
Baree had felt the thrill of his first great adventure.

He had discovered his father.
This all happened in the third week of Baree's life.

He was just eighteen days old when Gray Wolf allowed Kazan to make the acquaintance of his son.