The Plains of Passage - Jean M. Auel [183]
A woman who was coming out of the water alongside Tholie smiled, then said, “I wish my children would mind as well as that wolf does. How do you make him do what you want?”
“It takes time. You have to go over it a lot, make him repeat what you want many times, and it can be difficult to make him understand at first, but once he learns something, he doesn’t forget. He’s really very smart,” Ayla said. “I’ve been teaching him every day while we were traveling.”
“Sounds like teaching a child,” Tholie said, “but why a wolf? I never knew you could teach them to do anything, but why do you do it?”
“I know he can be frightening to people who don’t know him, and I didn’t want him to scare anyone,” Ayla said. Watching Tholie come out of the pool and dry herself, Ayla was suddenly aware she was pregnant. Not too far along yet, and her plumpness concealed it when she was dressed, but she was definitely pregnant. “I think I’d like to wash, too, but first I have to pass water.”
“If you follow that path up the back, you’ll find a trench. It’s quite a ways up, over the far wall so it runs off the other side when it rains, but it’s closer than going around,” Tholie said.
Ayla started to call Wolf, then hesitated. As usual, he had lifted his leg in the bushes—she had taught him to go outside of dwellings, but not to use special places. She watched the children playing with him and knew he would rather stay, but she wasn’t sure if she should leave him. She was sure everything would be fine, but she didn’t know how the mothers would feel.
“I think you can leave him for a while, Ayla,” Tholie said. “I’ve seen him around the children, and you were right. They’d all be disappointed if you called him away so soon.”
Ayla smiled. “Thank you. I’ll be right back.”
She started up the path that traversed in a diagonal across the steepest incline to one wall and then switchbacked toward the other. When she reached the far wall she climbed over it on steps made out of short sections of logs. These were held in place with stakes pounded into the ground in front of them, so they would not roll, and filled in behind with stones and dirt.
The trench and a level area in front of it, lined with a low fence of smooth round logs to sit across, had been dug out of the sloping ground on the other side of the wall. The smell and the buzzing flies made its purpose obvious, but the sunlight shining through the trees, and the sound of birds made it a pleasant place to linger when she found herself moving her bowels, as well. She saw a pile of dried moss on the ground nearby and guessed its use. It was not at all scratchy and quite absorbent. When she was through, she noticed that fresh dirt had recently been scattered over the bottom of the trench.
The path continued downhill and Ayla decided to follow it a ways. As she walked along, the region felt so much like the area around the cave where she grew up that she had the haunting feeling she had been there before. She would come upon a rock formation that seemed familiar, or a space opening out at the crest of a ridge, or similar vegetation. She stopped to pick a few hazelnuts off a bush growing against a rock wall, and she could not resist pushing aside the low branches to see if there was a small cave hidden behind it.
She found another large mound of blackberry bushes with long thorny runners reaching out, heavy with clumps of sweet ripe fruit. She stuffed herself with them and wondered what had happened to the berries she had picked the day before. Then she remembered eating some at the welcoming feast. She decided she’d have to come back and get more for Roshario. Suddenly she realized that she had to return. The woman might be waking up and need some attention. The woods had felt so familiar that Ayla had forgotten where she was for a moment. Roaming the hillsides, she had felt like a girl again, using the excuse of looking for Iza’s medicinal plants to explore.
Perhaps because