It grew stronger in Wakayoo's nose; and just then, as if to increase whatever nervousness was growing in him, there came from out of the forest behind him a long and wailing howl.
With an audible grunt, Wakayoo moved on.

Wolves were pests, he argued.
They wouldn't stand up and fight.

They'd snap and yap at one's heels for hours at a time, and were always out of the way quicker than a wink when one turned on them.

What was the use of hanging around where there were wolves, on a beautiful night like this?
He lumbered on decisively.
Baree could hear him splashing heavily through the water of the creek.
Not until then did the wolf dog draw a full breath.

It was almost a gasp.
But the excitement was not over for the night.