At dusk when the snow-wind was rushing through the darkness of the night—a wild turbulent of icy air—the wolf-pack gathered together in the valley and howled. They were calling for a leader.  
The sky spread above them, and , the wind moaned and whistled through the feathery tops of the pine-trees. Amid the snow the wolves sat in a circle on their haunches and howled . They were hungry and had not eaten for six days; their leader had them. He who had led them on their hunts and prowls, who seven years back had killed their former leader and established his own chieftainship, had now left them forlorn.
 
Sitting in a circle, howling with gleaming eyes and hair, they were mournful yet vicious; like helpless slaves they did not know what to do. Only one young wolf, a brother of the one their leader had recently killed, about independently and gnashed his teeth, conscious of his strength and . In the pride of his youthful he had conceived the ambition to make himself the leader; he certainly had no thought that this was a fatal step in the end his . For it is the Law of the Pack ............