A deer he might have overtaken, but small game the wolf must hunt as the fox hunts it, and he began to slip through the thickets slowly and as quietly as a shadow.

He was a mile from the Sun Rock when two quick leaps put Gray Wolf's supper between his jaws.

He trotted back slowly, dropping the big seven-pound snow-shoe hare now and then to rest.
When he came to the narrow trail that led to the top of the Sun Rock he stopped.

In that trail was the warm scent of strange feet.

The rabbit fell from his jaws.