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"The wolf knows, Kate," he said, "but I can't explain."
He kissed her forehead, but she strained close to him and raised her lips.
She cried, "My whole soul is on them."
"Not that!" he said huskily. "There's still blood on my lips an' I'm goin' out to get them clean."
He was gone through the door with the wolf racing before him.
She stumbled after him, her arms outspread, blind with tears; and then, seeing that he was gone indeed, she dropped into the chair, buried her face against the place where his head had rested, and wept. Far away the coyote wailed again, and this time nearer.
