Hereisanadditionaldescriptivepassagefor*TheCalloftheWild*(Englishversion):ThebitingAlaskanwindhowledthroughthedensepines,carryingwithitthescentofsnowandthedistantechoesofwolves.Buck,histhickfurmattedwithice,stoodatoparockyoutcrop,hispowerfulmusclestautbeneathhisskin.Thewildernesscalledtohim—notjustinthecriesofthewildcreaturesaroundhim,butintheverybloodthatcoursedthroughhisveins.MemoriesofhislifeasadomesticateddoginCaliforniafadedlikeshadowsatdawn,replacedbytheraw,untamedinstinctthatnowruledhim.TheNorthhadclaimedhim,shapinghimintosomethingfiercer,somethingolderthancivilizationitself.Andasthemooncastitspalelightoverthefrozenland,Buckraisedhisheadandansweredthecallwithadeep,resonanthowl—onethatspokeoffreedom,ofsurvival,andofthewildspiritthatcouldneverbetamed.Wouldyoulikeanyadjustmentsoradditionstothispassage?
