It must have been--I don't know what.

It dragged me out into the night.

I followed.

I found the trail of the wolves, and I found the snowshoe tracks of a man.Oui.I still followed.

I came close to the kill, with the wind in my face, and I could hear the snapping of jaws and the rending of flesh--yes--yes--AND A MAN'S TERRIBLE LAUGH! If the wind had shifted--if that pack of devils' souls had caught the smell of me--tonnerre de dieu!" He shuddered, and the knuckles of his fingers snapped as he clenched and unclenched his hands.