midday
And instinct told him that only by questing could he find . It was not so much Kazan and Gray Wolf that he missed now -- not so much motherhood and home as it was companionship . Now that he had fought the wolfish rage out of him in his battle with Oohoomisew , the dog part of him had come into its own again -- the lovable half of him , the part that wanted to snuggle up near something that was alive and friendly , small odds whether it wore feathers or fur , was clawed or hoofed . He was sore from the Willow 's bullet , and he was sore from battle , and toward dawn he lay down under a shelter of some alders at the edge of a second small lake and rested until midday . Then he began questing in the reeds and close to the pond lilies for food . He found a dead jackfish , partly eaten by a mink , and finished it . His wound was much less painful this afternoon , and by nightfall he scarcely noticed it at all .