White Fang

¿With night came horror. Not only were the starving wolves growing bolder, but lack of sleep was telling upon Henry. He dozed despite himself, crouching by the fire, the blankets about his shoulders, the axe between his knees! He awoke once and saw in front of him, not a dozen feet away, the whole pack. Fully a score of them, staring hungrily at him. They reminded him of children gathered about a spread table awaiting permission to eat. And he was the food they were to eat! He wondered how and when the meal would begin.¿