She was even pleased.

This was her day--and it came not often--when manes bristled, and fang smote fang or ripped and tore the yielding flesh, all for the possession of her.
And in the business of love the three-year-old, who had made this his first adventure upon it, yielded up his life.

On either side of his body stood his two rivals.

They were gazing at the she-wolf, who sat smiling in the snow.

But the elder leader was wise, very wise, in love even as in battle.