Julie of the Wolves by Jean Craighead George

Author:Jean Craighead George
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2015-11-20T16:00:00+00:00

Part III

KAPUGEN, THE HUNTER

THE MEMORIES VANISHED. THE WIND screamed oooooooooeeeeeeeeeee. Miyax touched the lichens on the top of her frost heave.

“Amaroq,” she called again, then ran down the slope and climbed to the wolf den. The site was silent and eerie and the puppies’ playground was speckled with bleached bones like tombstones in a graveyard.

She picked one up and saw that it was jagged with the marks of little teeth. With some carving, it could be made into the comb she had been wanting. Glancing around, she saw the club-like base of an antler. “A weapon,” she said. “I may need it.”

A snowy owl floated past, turning his head as he peered down at her curiously.

“I’ll see you in San Francisco,” she called. He set his eyes on some distant goal, bowed his wings, and flew southward as silently as the shadow he cast.

The wind twisted a strand of her hair, and as she stood on the wolf hill she felt the presence of the great animals she had lived with: Amaroq, Nails, Silver, Kapu. She wondered if she would ever see them again. The wind gusted; she turned and walked slowly back home, trailing her fingers on the tips of the sedges and thinking about her departure. At the top of her frost heave, she froze in her tracks. Her house was crushed in and her sleeping skins were torn and strewn over the grass. The meat she had laid out on the grass was gone. Her icebox was opened and empty.

“Ayi!” she cried. “My food! My life! I’m dead!”

Running from broken house to dumped cooking pot to icebox, she felt needles of fear move up her spine, spread into her arms, and pierce her whole body. Who had done this? What bestial creature had taken her food? She looked desperately around and saw, crouched in the reeds almost beside her, the angry Jello. His tail was swishing slowly, his ears were forward. She understood his message and stepped back. Then she knew that was wrong; she must not give in. Hand tightening on the antler club, brandishing it, growling, she flung herself upon him and bit the top of his nose. His eyes widened, his ears and body drooped, and his tail went between his legs. He groveled on his belly and came up to her smiling, head lowered humbly.

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