On a very cold morning a man travels in the Yukon and a husky Wolf-dog come near to him. The cold doesn't vother him, and he just got to the Yukon. He's planning to meet his friends by six o'clock. He wasn't scared of the climax. He know that nothing was going to happen.
The man stepped on ice and his leg fell through and got his leg wet. He had to act quickly or he would die, he already knew he lost a few toes.
The man has some trouble: the severe cold. He was a little scared. It was clearly cold. He didn't know it before, but the dog did know because it inherited the knowledge. The man couldn't build the fire. All his stuff was gone.
The man accepted that he was going to die, and peacefully fall asleep on the snow. While he is doing, he has a vision of himself with all his friends finding his dead body the next day. Then he remember the old timer warned him against traveling alone, and admits that he was a world-class idiot to do so
The dog doesn't know whats happening, but after it catches the smell of death. The dog howls and then goes to the camp, where he knows he can eat and sleep quietly, And finally the man died.