For a long time they lay side by side, sleepless, and listening.

Past the windfall went the padded feet of a fisher-cat, and they caught the scent of it; to them came the far cry of a loon, the yapping of a restless fox, and the MOOING of a cow moose feeding in the edge of a lake on the farther side of the plain.

And then, at last, came the thing that made their blood run faster and sent a deeper thrill into their hearts.
It seemed a vast distance away at first--the hot throated cry of wolves on the trail of meat.

It was swinging northward into the plain, and this shortly brought the cry with the wind, which was out of the north and the west.

The howling of the pack was very distinct after that, and in Miki's brain nebulous visions and almost unintelligible memories were swiftly wakening into life.