“It is well,” she said “for now there is one less mouth to feed.”
CHAPTER XIV
SUNRISE AND DAWN
When the children were old enough, She Wolf took them with her on little hunts, and taught them the signs of the forest, and the ways of the beasts and as much as she knew of the ways of men.
Sunrise was an apt scholar, for he had the strength and hunting instincts of his mother, and all the cleverness, with none of the cowardice, which had distinguished his father. But Dawn did not take very kindly to the life into which she had been born.
As much as people of those times could be, she was a dreamer. She would pull out from a clear track to chase a butterfly, and she preferred wild raspberries to moose-meat, but then she was only a little child, and not very strong. This was a curious fact, considering her parentage.
She tired easily, and she had a habit of walking in the night and crooning to herself. Altogether she was a trying pupil and She Wolf rather despised her. But it was different with Sunrise.