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In the summer there is one visitor to that valley:a large,golden-brown wolf,larger than any other wolf.He walks alone on the lake where the yellow gold shines in the water,and howls.But he is not always alone.In the long winter nights,he runs at the head of the wolf pack through the moonlight,calling into the night with them,singing a song of a younger world.The days passed very happily,and for the first time,Buck learned to love.He had never loved a man before.He and Mr Miller in the Santa Clara valley had been very good friends,but Buck had not loved him.John Thornton had saved his life,but he was also a man who was naturally kind to animals.He took very good care of his dogs,not because it was sensible to do that,but because he felt they were his children.He was always talking to Buck,holding his head and shaking it lovingly.In answer,Buck liked to take Thornton's hand gently in his mouth.Buck was happy to lie on the ground all day and watch Thornton.And when Thornton spoke to him or touch him,Buck went wild with happiness.At first,he was afraid that Thornton was going to disappear,like Perrault and Francois,and at night he sometimes woke up and went to the tent to make sure that he was still there.