But neither could he smell the presence of other dogs, of the sledge, the fire, of companionship and food, and so far back as he could remember they had always been a part of his life.
Here it was very quiet.

The swamp lay in a hollow between two ridge-mountains, and the spruce and cedar grew low and thick--so thick that there was almost no snow under them, and day was like twilight.

Two things he began to miss more than all others--food and company.

Both the wolf and the dog that was in him demanded the first, and that part of him that was dog longed for the latter.

To both desires the wolf blood that was strong in him rose responsively.