He whined placatingly, squirmed and wriggled to show his good will and intentions, and even ventured, as a bribe for peace, to lick Buck's face with his warm wet tongue.
Another lesson.

So that was the way they did it, eh?
Buck confidently selected a spot, and with much fuss and waste effort proceeded to dig a hole for himself.

In a trice the heat from his body filled the confined space and he was asleep.

The day had been long and arduous, and he slept soundly and comfortably, though he growled and barked and wrestled with bad dreams.
Nor did he open his eyes till roused by the noises of the waking camp.
At first he did not know where he was.

It had snowed during the night and he was completely buried.