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face the famine and the wilderness alone. 

 So the pack swept on, as if their feet would 

 never tire, and the two wounded wolves 

 crept into the scrub and lay down together. 

 A strange, terrible feeling stole swiftly 

 over the covert, which had always hitherto 

 been a place of rest and quiet content. The 

 cub was licking his wound softly when he 

 looked up in sudden alarm, and there was the 

 great he-wolf looking at him hungrily, with 

 a frightful flare in his green eyes. The cub 

 moved away startled and tried to soothe his 

 wound again ; but the uncanny feeling was 

 strong upon him still, and when he turned 

 his head there was the big wolf, which had 

 crept forward till he could see the cub behind 

 a twisted spruce root, watching him steadily 

 with the same horrible stare in his unblink- 

 ing eyes. The hackles rose up on the cub's 

 neck and a growl rumbled in his deep chest, 

 for he knew now what it all meant. The 

 smell of blood was in the air, and the old he- 

 wolf, that had so often shared his kill to save 

 the cubs, was now going crazy in his awful 

 hunger. Another moment and there would 



