She bathed his wounds in warm water, and then covered them with a healing salve, and Kazan was filled again with that old restful desire to remain with her always, and never to go back into the forests.

For an hour she let him lie on the edge of her dress, with his nose touching her foot, while she worked on baby things.
Then she rose to prepare supper, and Kazan got up--a little wearily--and went to the door.

Gray Wolf and the gloom of the night were calling him, and he answered that call with a slouch of his shoulders and a drooping head.

Its old thrill was gone.

He watched his chance, and went out through the door.