F ROM a cave in the rocks, on the unnamed ^ 
mountains that tower over Harbor Weal 
on the north and east, a huge mother wolf ap- ^ 
peared, stealthily, as all wolves come out of 
their dens. A pair of green eyes glowed steadily like 
coals deep within the dark entrance; a massive gray 
head rested unseen against the lichens of a gray rock; 
then the whole gaunt body glided like a passing cloud 
shadow into the June sunshine and was lost in a cleft 
of the rocks. 
There, in the deep shadow where no eye might notice 
the movement, the old wolf shook off the delicious 
sleepiness that still lingered in all her big muscles. 
First she spread her slender fore paws, working the 
toes till they were all wide-awake, and bent her body 
at the shoulders till her deep chest touched the earth. 
