Growing in him there was a desire for vengeance--vengeance for his own hurts, and for Gray Wolf's.
He tried to nose out the man-trail under the cover of fresh snow, and Gray Wolf circled around him anxiously, and tried to lure him deeper into the forest.

At last he followed her sullenly.

There was a savage redness in his eyes.
Three days later the new moon came.

And on the fifth night Kazan struck a trail.

It was fresh--so fresh that he stopped as suddenly as though struck by a bullet when he ran upon it, and stood with every muscle in his body quivering, and his hair on end.