Could this ragged girl with brindled lugs have spoken like we do she would have called herself a wolf, but she ot speak, although she howls because she is lonely -- yet "howl" is not the right word for it, since she is young enough to make the he pups do, bubbling, delicious, like that of a panful of fat on the fire. Sometimes the sharp ears of her foster kindred hear her across the irreparable gulf of absehey answer her from faraine forest and the bald mountain rim. Their terpoint crosses and criss-crosses the night sky; they are trying to talk to her but they ot do so because she does not uand their language even if she knows how to use it for she is not a wolf herself, although suckled by wolves.
Her panting tongue hangs out; her red lips are thid fresh. Her legs are long, lean and muscular. Her elbows, hands and knees are thickly callused because she always runs on all fours. She never walks; she trots allops. Her pace is not our pace.
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