Porcupine Ridge the dark tower

he was dark, the man who approached, with piercing grey eyes. she quailed invariably, not straightening from her crouch, and whined placatingly into his face, gaze narrow with supplication. upon the snow behind vuk, her tail swept in an affable manner. here stood the one who held her fate, for though she might wander again if turned away, her disheartened air might not glean her a rank in another pack.

vuk was silent, pleading.