And only Gray Wolf, with that wonderful super-instinct which nature was giving her in place of her lost sight, foresaw the end to which it was leading him.
Each day the temperature continued to rise until when the sun was warmest the snow began to thaw a little.

This was two weeks after the fight near the bull.

Gradually the pack had swung eastward, until it was now fifty miles east and twenty miles south of the old home under the windfall.

More than ever Gray Wolf began to long for their old nest under the fallen trees.

Again with those first promises of spring in sunshine and air, there was coming also for the second time in her life the promise of approaching motherhood.
But her efforts to draw Kazan back were unavailing, and in spite of her protest he wandered each day a little farther east and south at the head of his pack.
Instinct impelled the four huskies to move in that direction.