He begins to feel the world bit by bit, taking small steps until his eyes adjust with the new view from the outside. He's taking care of his mother who brings food to their shelter. He's more like a child who becomes more and more curious about what lays over the walls and far away.
"Most of the first month of his life had been passed thus in sleeping; but now he could see quite well, and he stayed awake for longer periods of time, and he was coming to learn his world quite well. His world was gloomy; but he did not know that, for he knew no other world. It was dim- lighted; but his eyes had never had to adjust themselves to any other light. His world was very small. Its limits were the walls of the lair; but as he had no knowledge of the wide world outside, he was never oppressed by the narrow confines of his existence." (part 3, ch. 3)
Yet his curiosity brought him near the exit but the careful mother took care of his interest in what's outside. She was still protective.
"It was in this way that the grey cub learned other attributes of his mother than the soft, soothing, tongue. In his insistent crawling toward the light, he discovered in her a nose that with a sharp nudge administered rebuke, and later, a paw, that crushed him down and rolled him over and over with swift,calculating stroke. Thus he learned hurt; and on top of it he learned to avoid hurt, first, by not incurring the risk of it; and second, when he had incurred the risk, by dodging and by retreating. These were conscious actions, and were the results of his first generalisations upon the world." (part 3, ch.3)
It was inevitable to avoid famine. As days passed he learned more and more about life and about himself:
"He was a fierce little cub. It was to be expected. He was a carnivorous animal. He came of a breed of meat- killers and meat-eaters." (part 3, ch. 3)
"Like most creatures of the Wild, he early experienced famine. There came a time when not only did the meat-supply cease, but the milk no longer came from his mother's breast. At first, the cubs whimpered and cried, but for the most part they slept. It was not long before they were reduced to a coma of hunger." (part 3, ch. 3)
He experienced the loss of his brothers and father. The lesson is better learnt if it is the hard way:
"when he had bumped his nose on the back-wall a few times, he accepted that he would not disappear into walls..." (part3, ch.3)
In fact, White Fang never stopped learning throughout his wolf-dog life. He entered in different worlds: of human and dog nature. From experiencing to defending, Fang only tried to survive.
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