Klondike dashed over to the spot where Amber had killed the rat and he found several others. The silver wolf dashed after them, paws outstretched and fangs bared. Killing a big one with a single bit of his powerful jaws, he wondered if hunting rats was proper for a wolf. Such actions reminded him of his cubhood, when killing a rodent was a real accomplishment. Then his dismissed those notions. Meat was meat, and a rat would fill his stomach as well as anything else. Besides, he knew very well that he could not afford to be picky, even in the spring. 

"Good find, Amber!"