But her response to-day was to draw back her lips until he could see her white fangs.
A fourth tune the Voice came to them faintly, and she snapped fiercely at some unseen thing in the darkness between the two rocks.

Kazan went again to the trail, still hesitating.

Then he began to go down.

It was a narrow winding trail, worn only by the pads and claws of animals, for the Sun Rock was a huge crag that rose almost sheer up for a hundred feet above the tops of the spruce and balsam, its bald crest catching the first gleams of the sun in the morning and the last glow of it in the evening.

Gray Wolf had first led Kazan to the security of the retreat at the top of the rock.
When he reached the bottom he no longer hesitated, but darted swiftly in the direction of the cabin.