Just as he had held to the jugular of his first buck on that moonlight night a long time ago, so he held to the old bull now.

It was Gray Wolf who unclamped his jaws.

She drew back, sniffing the air, listening.

Then, slowly, she raised her head, and through the frozen and starving wilderness there went her wailing triumphant cry--the call to meat.
For them the days of famine had passed..