As he followed again along the edge of the creek, he whimpered for them as a child might grieve.
The forest grew more open after a time, and this cheered him up a little.

Also the warmth of the sun was taking the ache out of his body.
But he grew hungrier and hungrier.

He always had depended entirely on Kazan and Gray Wolf for food.

His parents had, in some ways, made a great baby of him.

Gray Wolf's blindness accounted for this, for since his birth she had not taken up her hunting with Kazan, and it was quite natural that Baree should stick close to her, though more than once he had been filled with a great yearning to follow his father.