That was it, calling him to his own kin, to the bone of his bone and the flesh of his flesh--to the wild, fierce hunting packs of his mother's tribe! It was Gray Wolf's voice seeking for him in the night--Gray Wolf's blood inviting him to the Brotherhood of the Pack.
Baree trembled as he listened.

In his throat he whined softly.

He edged to the sheer face of the rock.

He wanted to go; nature was urging him to go.

But the call of the wild was struggling against odds.