He knew now what that strange thing was that had haunted him, and made him uneasy.

It was _life_.

Something that lived and breathed had invaded the home which he and Gray Wolf had chosen.

He bared his long fangs, and a snarl of defiance drew back his lips.
Stiff-legged, prepared to spring, his neck and head reaching out, he approached the two rocks between which Gray Wolf had crept the night before.

She was still there.