Under the moon and the stars he prowled in the edge of the forest and out on the burn.

He listened with a new kind of thrill to the faraway cry of a wolf pack on the hunt.

He listened to the ghostly whoo-whoo-whoo of the owls without shivering.

Sounds and silences were beginning to hold a new and significant note for him.
For another day and night Baree remained in the vicinity of his cache.
When the last bone was picked, he moved on.

He now entered a country where subsistence was no longer a perilous problem for him.