The hunt-pack was gathering for the night chase; but Kazan sat quiet and trembling.
He was not afraid, but he was not ready to go.

The ridge seemed to split the world for him.

Down there it was new, and strange, and without men.
From the other side something seemed pulling him back, and suddenly he turned his head and gazed back through the moonlit space behind him, and whined.

It was the dog-whine now.

The woman was back there.