With staring eyes he looked for Bram out where the wolves had passed.

And then, all at once, came the shock.

It was tremendous.
The trickery of sound on the Barren had played an unexpected prank with his senses, and while he strained his eyes to pierce the hazy starlight of the plain far out, Bram himself loomed up suddenly along the edge of the bush not twenty paces away.
Philip choked back the cry on his lips, and in that moment Bram stopped short, standing full in the starlight, his great lungs taking in and expelling air with a gasping sound as he listened for his wolves.

He was a giant of a man.

A monster, Philip thought.