Then it was that a cry went up from one of the men. "Kiche!" was what he
uttered. It was an exclamation of surprise. The cub felt his mother
wilting at the sound.
"Kiche!" the man cried again, this time with sharpness and authority.
And then the cub saw his mother, the she-wolf, the fearless one,
crouching down till her belly touched the ground, whimpering, wagging her
tail, making peace signs. The cub could not understand. He was
appalled. The awe of man rushed over him again. His instinct had been
true. His mother verified it. She, too, rendered submission to the man-
animals.
The man who had spoken came over to her. He put his hand upon her head,
and she only crouched closer. She did not snap, nor threaten to snap.
The other men came up, and surrounded her, and felt her, and pawed her,
which actions she made no attempt to resent. They were greatly excited,
and made many noises with their mouths. These noises were not indication
of danger, the cub decided, as he crouched near his mother still
bristling from time to time but doing his best to submit.
"It is not strange," an Indian was saying. "Her father was a wolf. It
is true, her mother was a dog; but did not my brother tie her out in the
woods all of three nights in the mating season? Therefore was the father
of Kiche a wolf.
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