But for the most part Kazan lay quiet, save for the muscular twitchings of legs, shoulders and muzzle, which always tell when a dog is dreaming; and as he dreamed there came to the door of the cabin out on the plain a blue-eyed girl-woman, with a big brown braid over her shoulder, who called through the cup of her hands, "Kazan, Kazan, Kazan!" The voice reached faintly to the top of the Sun Rock, and Gray Wolf flattened her ears.

Kazan stirred, and in another instant he was awake and on his feet.

He leaped to an outcropping ledge, sniffing the air and looking far out over the plain that lay below them.
Over the plain the woman's voice came to them again, and Kazan ran to the edge of the rock and whined.

Gray Wolf stepped softly to his side and laid her muzzle on his shoulder.

She had grown to know what the Voice meant.