In the late whiter and early spring—the love-season—the Hounds will not hunt a She-wolf.
The she-wolf, too, left her litter and went out in search of meat.
After that, the she-wolf in her hunting avoided the left fork.
And there, out in the snow of their back track, was the she-wolf waiting for him.
The she-wolf was one leap behind One Ear and holding her own.
Then the she-wolf sat down, pointed her nose at a star, and began to howl.
They were gazing at the she-wolf, who sat smiling in the snow.
And all the while the she-wolf sat on her haunches and smiled.
For two days the she-wolf and One Eye hung about the Indian camp.
He bellied cautiously inside and was met by a warning snarl from the she-wolf.