The dogs had very little to do now, and Buck spent many hours dreaming in font of the fire. More and more often now, he dreamed about the short, hairy man, and sometimes in Buck's thoughts he went with the man into that other world that he remembered. The most important thing about that other world was fear. Sleeping next to the fire or walking by the sea or through the forest, the hairy man was always listening, looking and smelling the air. He was always read to run, or to climb the trees to stay safe