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That summer Maheegun and I became hunting partners. We hunted the grasshoppers that leaped about like little rockets. In the fall, after the first snow our games took us to the nearest meadows in search?of field mice .By then, Maheegun was half grown. Gone was the puppy-wool coat. In its?place was a handsome black mantle. The winter months that came soon after were the happiest I could remember. They belonged only to Maheegun and myself. Often we would make a fire in the bushes. Maheegun would lay his head between his front paws, with his eyes on me as I told him stories. It all served to fog my mind with pleasure so that I forgot my Grandpa’s repeated warnings, and one night left Maheegun unchained. The following morning in sailed Mrs. Yesno, wild with anger, who demanded Maheegun be shot because he had killed her rooster. The next morning, my grandpa announced that we?were going to take Maheegun to the north shack. By the time we reached the lake where the trapper’s shack stood, Maheegun seemed to have become restless. Often he would sit with his nose to the sky, turning his head this way and that as if to check the wind. The warmth of the stove soon brought sleep to me. But something caused me to wake up with a start. I sat up, and in the moon-flooded cabin was my grandfather standing beside me. “Come and see, son,” whispered my grandfather. Outside the moon was full and the world looked all white with snow. He pointed to a rock that stood high at the edge of the lake. On the top was the clear outline of a great wolf sitting still, ears pointed, alert, listening. Maheegun, whispered my grandfather. Slowly the wolf raised his muzzle. The whole white world thrilled to that wild cry. Then after a while, from the distance came a softer call in reply.Maheegun stirred, with the deep rumble of pleasure in his throat. He slipped down the rock and headed out across the ice. ” He’s gone, I said. Yes, hes gone to that young she-wolf. My grandfather slowly filled