Nothing was moving--save one other creature, and that was a fox.

Instinct told them that it was futile to follow him.
It was then that the old thought of the cabin returned to Kazan.

Two things the cabin had always meant to him--warmth and food.

And far beyond the ridge was the cabin, where he and Gray Wolf had howled at the scent of death.

He did not think of man--or of that mystery which he had howled at.