Her warm soft hands stroked his face. Her blue eyes, filled with the glory of the stars, looked up into his.
"Kazan and she—you and I—and the baby! Are you sorry—that we came back?" she asked.
So close he drew her against his breast that she did not hear the words he whispered in the soft warmth of her hair. And after that, for many hours, they sat in the starlight in front of the cabin door. But they did not hear again that lonely cry from the Sun Rock. Joan and her husband understood.
"He'll visit us again to-morrow," the man said at last. "Come, Joan, let us go to bed."
Together they entered the cabin.
And that night, side by side, Kazan and Gray Wolf hunted again in the moonlit plain.