"By me—am I not of her kind?"
"Yes, but how should she know? Are you like a Buffalo, Shag? Your hide is bare and scarred, and perhaps she took you for some evil thing."
Shag looked ruefully at his great, scraggy sides, so like an Elephant's, only more disreputable, and sighed resignedly; "I suppose I can't help it," he muttered.
"You can, Shag; if you will but eat of the Fur Flower it will cure this evil disease which is in your blood, and bring back the beautiful silk coat that was the envy of the Buffalo Range."
"Do you speak the truth, Dog-Wolf?" asked Shag.
"Most surely. All the Dwellers in the Northland know that. Are not all the Forest-Dwellers full-haired?"
"And this Fur Flower, A'tim; where is it?"
"Less than a day's trail," answered the Dog-Wolf.