Once, in the pursuit of a rabbit, which she ordinarily would have caught with ease, she gave over and lay down and rested.

One Eye came to her; but when he touched her neck gently with his muzzle she snapped at him with such quick fierceness that he tumbled over backward and cut a ridiculous figure in his effort to escape her teeth.

Her temper was now shorter than ever; but he had become more patient than ever and more solicitous.
And then she found the thing for which she sought.

It was a few miles up a small stream that in the summer time flowed into the Mackenzie, but that then was frozen over and frozen down to its rocky bottom--a dead stream of solid white from source to mouth.

The she-wolf was trotting wearily along, her mate well in advance, when she came upon the overhanging, high clay-bank.