The fascination of the light for the gray cub increased from day to day.He was perpetually departing on yard-long adventures toward the cave's entrance, and as perpetually being driven back.Only he did not know it for an entrance.He did not know anything about entrances -- passages whereby one goes from one place to another place.He did not know any other place, much less of a way to get there.So to him the entrance of the cave was a wall -- a wall of light.As the sun was to the outside dweller, this wall was to him the sun of his world.It attracted him as a candle attracts a moth.He was always striving to attain it.The life that was so swiftly expanding within him, urged him continually toward the wall of light.The life that was within him knew that it was the one way out, the way he was predestined to tread.But he himself did not know anything about it.He did not know there was any outside at all.
There was one strange thing about this wall of light.His father (he had already come to recognize his father as the one other dweller in the world, a creature like his mother, who slept near the light and was a bringer of meat) -- his father had a way of walking right into the white far wall and disappearing.The gray cub could not understand this.Though never permitted by his mother to approach that wall, he had approached the other walls, and encountered hard obstruction on the end of his tender nose.
This hurt.And after several such adventures, he left the walls alone.
Without thinking about it, he accepted this disappearing into the wall as a peculiarity of his father, as milk and half-digested meat were peculiarities of his mother.
In fact, the gray cub was not given to thinking -- at least, to the kind of thinking customary of men.His brain worked in dim ways.Yet his conclusions were as sharp and distinct as those achieved by men.He had a method of accepting things, without questioning the why and wherefore.
In reality, this was the act of classification.He was never disturbed over why a thing happened.How it happened was sufficient for him.Thus, when he had bumped his nose on the back-wall a few times, he accepted that he would not disappear into walls.In the same way he accepted that his father could disappear into walls.But he was not in the least disturbed by desire to find out the reason for the difference between his father and himself.Logic and physics were no part of his mental make-up.
Like most creatures of the Wild, he early experienced famine.There came a time when not only did the meat-supply cease, but the milk no longer came from his mother's breast.At first, the cubs whimpered and cried, but for the most part they slept.It was not long before they were reduced to a coma of hunger.There were no more spats and squabbles, no more tiny rages nor attempts at growling; while the adventures toward the far white wall ceased altogether.The cubs slept, while the life that was in them flickered and died down.
One Eye was desperate.He ranged far and wide, and slept but little in the lair that had now become cheerless and miserable.The she-wolf, too, left her litter and went out in search of meat.In the first days after the birth of the cubs, One Eye had journeyed several times back to the Indian camp and robbed the rabbit snares; but, with the melting of the snow and the opening of the streams, the Indian camp had moved away, and that source of supply was closed to him.
When the gray cub came back to life and again took interest in the far white wall, he found that the population of his world had been reduced.
Only one sister remained to him.The rest were gone.As he grew stronger, he found himself compelled to play alone, for the sister no longer lifted her head nor moved about.His little body rounded out with the meat he now ate; but the food had come too late for her.She slept continuously, a tiny skeleton flung round with skin in which the flame flickered lower and lower and at last went out.
Then there came a time when the gray cub no longer saw his father appearing and disappearing in the wall nor lying down asleep in the entrance.This had happened at the end of a second and less severe famine.The she-wolf knew why One Eye never came back, but there was no way by which she could tell what she had seen to the gray cub.Hunting herself for meat, up the left fork of the stream where lived the lynx, she had followed a day-old trail of One Eye.And she had found him, or what remained of him, at the end of the trail.There were many signs of the battle that had been fought, and of the lynx's withdrawal to her lair after having won the victory.
Before she went away, the she-wolf had found this lair, but the signs told her that the lynx was inside, and she had not dared to venture in.
After that, the she-wolf in her hunting avoided the left fork.For she knew that in the lynx's lair was a litter of kittens, and she knew the lynx for a fierce, bad-tempered creature and a terrible fighter.It was all very well for half a dozen wolves to drive a lynx, spitting and bristling, up a tree; but it was quite a different matter for a lone wolf to encounter a lynx -- especially when the lynx was known to have a litter of hungry kittens at her back.
But the Wild is the Wild, and motherhood is motherhood, at all times fiercely protective whether in the Wild or out of it; and the time was to come when the she-wolf, for her gray cub's sake, would venture the left fork, and the lair in the rocks, and the lynx's wrath.
