Certainly!Hereisanadditionaldescriptivepassageyoucaninsertinto*TheCalloftheWild*byJackLondon:*Thenightwasvastandsilent,brokenonlybythedistanthowlofalonewolf—asoundthatsentshiversdownBuck’sspine.Thestarsburnedcoldandbright,scatteredlikefrozenembersacrosstheblackexpanseofsky.Theairwassharpwiththescentofpineandsnow,andbeneathhispaws,theearthpulsedwithaquiet,ancientpower.Somewheredeepwithinhim,aninstinctstirred—awhisperofsomethingwild,somethingforgotten.Itcalledtohim,notinwords,butinthelanguageofthewindandtheshadows,pullinghimtowardadestinyolderthantimeitself.*YoucanplacethispassageinasectionwhereBuckisbeginningtofeeltheprimalpullofthewilderness,perhapsduringoneofhisnighttimereflectionsoramomentofsolitude.Letmeknowifyou'dlikeanyadjustments!
