Nature had created him of that kind which requires companionship--not of one but of many.

It had given him birth that he might listen to and obey the commands of the voice of man.

He had grown to hate men, but of the dogs--his kind--he was a part.

He had been happy with Gray Wolf, happier than he had ever been in the companionship of men and his blood-brothers.

But he had been a long time separated from the life that had once been his and the call of blood made him for a time forget.