Gray Wolf took possession of it immediately.

She flattened herself out on her belly, and panted to show Kazan her contentment and satisfaction.

Nature again kept Kazan close at her side.

A vision came to him, unreal and dream-like, of that wonderful night under the stars--ages and ages ago, it seemed--when he had fought the leader of the wolf-pack, and young Gray Wolf had crept to his side after his victory and had given herself to him for mate.

But this mating season there was no running after the doe or the caribou, or mingling with the wild pack.