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Burrow, each to his hollow tree, each to his thick 

 bush/ continued Rof. &quot; Fran9ois will not have 

 reached The Landing yet, either. Dogs are not 

 like Wolves perhaps the blizzard will smother 

 them.&quot; 



&quot; The Breed-man has the cunning of all Ani 

 mals together,&quot; asserted Carcajou. &quot; He will 

 choose a good shelter under a cut-bank, even per 

 haps put the fire-medicine to the dry-wood, then 

 all together, as Brothers, he and the Dogs will 

 lie huddled like a Fox Pack, and though the 

 wrath howl for three days none of their lives will 

 go out.&quot; The deep-thinking little Wolverine 

 knew that Rof was fretting, not for Franois, but 

 because of Marsh Maid. 



&quot; But the Man-Cub is not like that,&quot; declared 

 Bull Moose, &quot; and if he starts, good Jay, do thou 

 fly quickly and bring us tidings. Rof, thou and 

 thy Pack must turn him in the trail.&quot; 



&quot; We will,&quot; assented Blue Wolf. &quot; All this 

 trouble because of that carrion ! &quot; and he threw 

 snow over the dead body of Lynx disdainfully 

 with his powerful hind-feet. 



