There were no more spats and squabbles, no more tiny rages nor attempts at growling; while the adventures toward the far white wall ceased altogether.

The cubs slept, while the life that was in them flickered and died down.
One Eye was desperate.

He ranged far and wide, and slept but little in the lair that had now become cheerless and miserable.

The she-wolf, too, left her litter and went out in search of meat.

In the first days after the birth of the cubs, One Eye had journeyed several times back to the Indian camp and robbed the rabbit snares; but, with the melting of the snow and the opening of the streams, the Indian camp had moved away, and that source of supply was closed to him.
When the grey cub came back to life and again took interest in the far white wall, he found that the population of his world had been reduced.
Only one sister remained to him.