And its presence seemed to be a part of Gray Wolf.
He looked at her, and he found Gray Wolf's eyes alert and questioning.
She was young--so young that she seemed scarcely to have passed out of puppyhood.

Her body was strong and slim and beautifully shaped.

In the moonlight the hair under her throat and along her back shone sleek and soft.

She whined at the red staring light in Kazan's eyes, and it was not a puppy's whimper.

Kazan moved toward her, and stood with his head over her back, facing the pack.