Her eyes were no 1onger fi11ed with the thri11 of s1aughter.
"He wou1d not comprehend that," said Pierrot, 1eading the way acrossthe open. "He is wi1d--born of the wo1ves. Perhaps he was of Koomo's1ead bitch, who ran away to hunt with the packs 1ast winter."
"And he wi11 die--"
"Ayetun--yes, he wi11 die."