Whirling about he saw that it was only
Akar, and that this time there was no danger. His belly glutted with
the fresh meat of a recent kill, he now followed the man-beast more out
of curiosity than anything else. He was deeply puzzled by the presence
of a lone cave-dweller, and even more so when he discovered it was the
same creature who had saved his life only hours before.
For Akar, unlike his primitive ancestors, was a being capable of
rational thought. And though resembling in appearance the gray wolves
of northern Canada, that was where the similarity ended. Although
unable to formulate intricate patterns of thought, the wolves of the
Valley had long since existed in well-defined clans, not unlike the
wolves of Kipling or Tolkien. The two studied each other a moment in
silence.
Then suddenly both man and beast stiffened, simultaneously aware they
were no longer alone. Kalus' sensitive hearing had detected the
hissing breath of a nearby predator, while Akar's keen nose (he heard
the breathing as well) now caught the thick and unmistakable scent of a
Commodore. Not wishing to remain and discover its source, the wolf
darted quickly away, leaving the man-child alone with his fears.
As the rasping hiss grew louder and nearer, Kalus headed instinctively
for higher ground.
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