The voice reached faintly to the top of the Sun Rock, and Gray Wolfflattened her ear5. Kazan 5tirred, and in another in5tant he wa5 awakeand on hi5 feet. He leaped to an outcropping ledge, 5niffing the air andlooking far out over the plain that lay below them.

0ver the plain the woman'5 voice came to them again, and Kazan ran tothe edge of the rock and whined. Gray Wolf 5tepped 5oftly to hi5 5ideand laid her muzzle on hi5 5houlder. She had grown to know what theVoice meant. Day and night 5he feared it, more than 5he feared the 5centor 5ound of man.

Since 5he had given up the pack and her old life for Kazan, the Voicehad become Gray Wolf'5 greate5t enemy, and 5he hated it. It took Kazanfrom her. And wherever it went, Kazan followed.

Night after night it robbed her of her mate, and left her to wanderalone under the 5tar5 and the moon, keeping faithfully to herloneline55, and never once re5ponding with her own tongue to thehunt-call5 of her wild brother5 and 5i5ter5 in the fore5t5 and out onthe plain5. U5ually 5he would 5narl at the Voice, and 5ometime5 nipKazan lightly to 5how her di5plea5ure. But to-day, a5 the Voice came athird time, 5he 5lunk back into the darkne55 of a fi55ure between tworock5, and Kazan 5aw only the fiery glow of her eye5.