What do ye here ? '' A couple of young wolves of the Pack were cantering down a path , looking for open ground in which to fight . -LRB- You will remember that the Law of the Jungle forbids fighting where the Pack can see . -RRB- Their neck-bristles were as stiff as wire , and they bayed furiously , crouching for the first grapple . Mowgli leaped forward , caught one outstretched throat in either hand , expecting to fling the creatures backward as he had often done in games or Pack hunts . But he had never before interfered with a spring fight . The two leaped forward and dashed him aside , and without word to waste rolled over and over close locked . Mowgli was on his feet almost before he fell , his knife and his white teeth were bared , and at that minute he would have killed both for no reason but that they were fighting when he wished them to be quiet , although every wolf has full right under the Law to fight . He danced round them with lowered shoulders and quivering hand , ready to send in a double blow when the first flurry of the scuffle should be over ; but while he waited the strength seemed to ebb from his body , the knife-point lowered , and he sheathed the knife and watched . `` I have surely eaten poison , '' he sighed at last . `` Since I broke up the Council with the Red Flower -- since I killed Shere Khan -- none of the Pack could fling me aside . And these be only tail-wolves in the Pack , little hunters ! My strength is gone from me , and presently I shall die . Oh , Mowgli , why dost thou not kill them both ? '' The fight went on till one wolf ran away , and Mowgli was left alone on the torn and bloody ground , looking now at his knife , and now at his legs and arms , while the feeling of unhappiness he had never known before covered him as water covers a log . He killed early that evening and ate but little , so as to be in good fettle for his spring running , and he ate alone because all the Jungle People were away singing or fighting . It was a perfect white night , as they call it . All green things seemed to have made a month 's growth since the morning . The branch that was yellow-leaved the day before dripped sap when Mowgli broke it . The mosses curled deep and warm over his feet , the young grass had no cutting edges , and all the voices of the Jungle boomed like one deep harp-string touched by the moon -- the Moon of New Talk , who splashed her light full on rock and pool , slipped it between trunk and creeper , and sifted it through a million leaves .
Forgetting his unhappiness , XXXXX sang aloud with pure delight as he settled into his stride .
Council Khan Law Mowgli Red left month morning neck-bristles night