Over him were the stars he had howled at all his life, and about him were the forests, black and silent, shutting them in like a wall.
Vainly he sought for that one scent that was missing, and Thorpe heard the low note of grief in his shaggy throat.

He took the lantern and held it above his head, at the same time loosening his hold on the leash.

At that signal there came a voice from out of the night.

It came from behind them, and Kazan whirled so suddenly that the loosely held chain slipped from the man's hand.

He saw the glow of other lanterns.