This was his one trouble in the running of the pack; but she had other
troubles. On her other side ran a gaunt old wolf, grizzled and marked
with the scars of many battles. He ran always on her right side. The
fact that he had but one eye, and that the left eye, might account for
this. He, also, was addicted to crowding her, to veering toward her
till his scarred muzzle touched her body, or shoulder, or neck. As with
the running mate on the left, she repelled these attentions with her
teeth; but when both bestowed their attentions at the same time she was
roughly jostled, being compelled, with quick snaps to either side, to
drive both lovers away and at the same time to maintain her forward
leap with the pack and see the way of her feet before her. At such
times her running mates flashed their teeth and growled threateningly
across at each other. They might have fought, but even wooing and its
rivalry waited upon the more pressing hunger-need of the pack.
After each repulse, when the old wolf sheered abruptly away from the
sharp-toothed object of his desire, he shouldered against a young
three-year-old that ran on his blind right side. This young wolf had
attained his full size; and, considering the weak and famished
condition of the pack, he possessed more than the average vigour and
spirit. Nevertheless, he ran with his head even with the shoulder of
his one-eyed elder. When he ventured to run abreast of the older wolf
(which was seldom), a snarl and a snap sent him back even with the
shoulder again. Sometimes, however, he dropped cautiously and slowly
behind and edged in between the old leader and the she-wolf. This was
doubly resented, even triply resented. When she snarled her
displeasure, the old leader would whirl on the three-year-old.
Sometimes she whirled with him. And sometimes the young leader on the
left whirled, too.
At such times, confronted by three sets of savage teeth, the young wolf
stopped precipitately, throwing himself back on his haunches, with
fore-legs stiff, mouth menacing, and mane bristling. This confusion in
the front of the moving pack always caused confusion in the rear. The
wolves behind collided with the young wolf and expressed their
displeasure by administering sharp nips on his hind-legs and flanks. He
was laying up trouble for himself, for lack of food and short tempers
went together; but with the boundless faith of youth he persisted in
repeating the manoeuvre every little while, though it never succeeded
in gaining anything for him but discomfiture.
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