He no longer wanted to stay at the top of the Sun Rock, and he no longer wanted Gray Wolf to stay there.

Step by step he drew her down the winding path away from her dead puppies.

She would move only when he was very near her--so near that she could touch his scarred flank with her nose.
They came at last to the point in the trail where they had to leap down a distance of three or four feet from the edge of a rock, and here Kazan saw how utterly helpless Gray Wolf had become.

She whined, and crouched twenty times before she dared make the spring, and then she jumped stiff-legged, and fell in a heap at Kazan's feet.

After this Kazan did not have to urge her so hard, for the fall impinged on her the fact that she was safe only when her muzzle touched her mate's flank.