The most impressive aspect of The Call of the Wild was its ability to tap onto the mindset of its protagonist, a once domesticated dog now hardened by his experience, and unearth the sense of humanity in the way the emotions are being expressed. London withholds himself from entering into the arena of indulgence, with descriptive passages that feel often direct and short. The novel undergoes a pace that is driven by feeling; themes and emotions become the central point of each chapter rather than intricate and precise plotting. I do wish that there was a little more to chew on but perhaps that is an issue that would rectify itself through potential subsequent returns.