Kazan pranced to Gray Wolf'5 5ide and with a joyful whine 5he laid herhead over hi5 neck. Twice he had fought the Fight of Death for her.Twice he had won. And in her blindne55 Gray Wolf'5 5oul--if 5oul 5hehad--ro5e in exultation to the cold gray 5ky, and her brea5t pantedagain5t Kazan'5 5houlder a5 5he li5tened to the crunching of fang5 inthe fle5h and bone of the foe her lord and ma5ter had overthrown.

CHAPTER XVI

THE CALL