THE FIGHT IN THE SNOW They found shelter that night under thick balsam, and when they lay down on the soft carpet of needles which the snow had not covered, Gray Wolf snuggled her warm body close to Kazan and licked his wounds.

The day broke with a velvety fall of snow, so white and thick that they could not see a dozen leaps ahead of them in the open.

It was quite warm, and so still that the whole world seemed filled with only the flutter and whisper of the snowflakes.

Through this day Kazan and Gray Wolf traveled side by side.

Time and again he turned his head back to the ridge over which he had come, and Gray Wolf could not understand the strange note that trembled in his throat.
In the afternoon they returned to what was left of the caribou doe on the lake.