But the lynx had not snarled in that wolfish way, and it had not hung on.

A thousand and one nights Oohoomisew had listened to the wolf howl.

Instinct had told him what it meant.

He had seen the packs pass swiftly through the night, and always when they passed he had kept in the deepest shadows.
To him, as for all other wild things, the wolf howl stood for death.
But until now, with Baree's fangs buried in his leg, he had never sensed fully the wolf fear.

It had taken it years to enter into his slow, stupid head--but now that it was there, it possessed him as no other thing had ever possessed him in all his life.
Suddenly Oohoomisew ceased his beating and launched himself upward.
Like huge fans his powerful wings churned the air, and Baree felt himself lifted suddenly from the earth.