Philip could see where Bram had come in on the run, and where he had kicked off his snowshoes.

After that his great moccasin tracks mingled with those of the wolves.

Bram had evidently come in time to save the hind quarters, which had been dragged to a spot well out of the red ring of slaughter.

After that the stars must have looked down upon an amazing scene.

The hungry horde had left scarcely more than the disemboweled offal.