He was choking back one of those tearing coughs when the tent-flap dropped behind him.

Kazan lay stiff and alert, his eyes filled with a strange anxiety.

He did not like to see Radisson enter the tent, for stronger than ever there hung that oppressive mystery in the air about him, and it seemed to be a part of Pierre.
Three times that night he heard faithful Gray Wolf calling for him deep in the forest, and each time he answered her.

Toward dawn she came in close to camp.

Once he caught the scent of her when she circled around in the wind, and he tugged and whined at the end of his chain, hoping that she would come in and lie down at his side.