"Drink," says the White Logic. "The Greeks believed that the gods gave them wine so that they might forget the miserableness of existence." - Jack London

To have a full stomach, to daze lazily in the sunshine — such things were remuneration in full for his adors and toils, while his ardors and toils were in themselves self-remunerative. They were expressions of life, and life is always happy when it is expressing itself.

Thus it was that in obedience to the law laid down by his mother, and in obedience to the law of that unknown and nameless thing, fear, he kept away from the mouth of the cave.

This was a god indeed, a love-god, a warm and radiant god, in whose light White Fang's nature expanded as a flower expands under the sun.