"They don't like strangers, but will fight for anything that I touch.

So I will lead you." She turned with him toward the pack, and cried in her clear, commanding voice: "Marche, boys!--Tyr, Captain, Thor, Marche! Hoosh, hoosh, Marche!" It seemed as if a hundred eyes gleamed out of the blackness; then there was a movement, a whining, snarling, snapping movement, and as they walked up the bar and into a narrow trail Philip could hear the pack falling out to the side and behind them.

Also he knew that Jean was ahead of them now.

He did not speak, nor did Josephine offer to break the silence again.

Still letting her hand rest in his she followed close behind the half-breed.