If Tusoo, the dead Indian trapper, could have seen him then, he would have judged him by that wagging of his tail.

It revealed the fact that deep in his heart--and in his soul, if we can concede that he had one--Baree was a dog.
In another way Tusoo would have found judgment of him.

At two months the wolf whelp has forgotten how to play.

He is a slinking part of the wilderness, already at work preying on creatures smaller and more helpless than himself.

Baree still played.