Hurt to the death, Storri was too cunning to furnish word of it to mankind.

No one must know; it was the instinct of self-preservation.

The wounded wolf, while his wounds are fresh, avoids the pack lest the pack destroy him.

And so with Storri; he would hide until he could command that old-time manner of unclouded ease.

He would stifle every surmise, deny every rumor if rumor blew about, of the blow he had received.