The Laughter in a Face Like Bram

Philip was amazed at the pace set by the master of the pack. With head and shoulders hunched low, he set off in huge swinging strides that kept the team on a steady trot behind him. They must have traveled eight miles an hour. For a few minutes, philip could not keep his eyes from bram and the gray backs of the wolves. The sight of them straining on ahead of him into a voiceless and empty world filled him with a strange and overwhelming compassion. He saw in them the brotherhood of man and beast. It was splendid. It was epic. And to this the law had driven them.

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