The Long Trail
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You are White Fang. For days, the cabin has smelled of change. The Love-Master, Weedon Scott, is packing his bags—the fatal sign of a journey. You watch him with anxious yellow eyes, whining softly. You know this routine; the gods travel, and dogs are often left behind.
Your heart aches with a fear greater than any you felt in the Wild. You sense he is going to the 'Outside,' a place where you cannot follow. Matt, the dog-musher, tries to comfort you, but you refuse to growl a goodbye. You will not accept this.
As the steamboat Aurora whistles from the river, the door slams shut. You are locked inside.