He had never felt a very strong desire to follow until this day when Kazan's big, cool tongue caressed his face.

In those wonderful seconds nature was at work.

His instinct was not quite born until then.

And when Kazan went away, leaving them alone in darkness, Baree whimpered for him to come back, just as he had cried for his mother when now and then she had left him in response to her mate's call.
The sun was straight above the forest when, an hour or two after Kazan's visit, Gray Wolf slipped away.

Between Baree's nest and the top of the windfall were forty feet of jammed and broken timber through which not a ray of light could break.