She followed him obediently when they reached the plain, trotting with her foreshoulder to his hip.
Kazan was heading for a thicket in the creek bottom half a mile away, and a dozen times in that short distance Gray Wolf stumbled and fell.
And each time that she fell Kazan learned a little more of the limitations of blindness.

Once he sprang off in pursuit of a rabbit, but he had not taken twenty leaps when he stopped and looked back.

Gray Wolf had not moved an inch.

She stood motionless, sniffing the air--waiting for him! For a full minute Kazan stood, also waiting.

Then he returned to her.