Warm winds, filled with enervating perfumes, caressed him; he sank into masses of dead leaves, and after a while he leaned against an oak-tree to rest and catch his breath.
Suddenly a body blacker than the surrounding darkness sprang from behind the tree.

It was a wild boar.

Julian did not have time to stretch his bow, and he bewailed the fact as if it were some great misfortune.

Presently, having left the woods, he beheld a wolf slinking along a hedge.
He aimed an arrow at him.

The wolf paused, turned his head and quietly continued on his way.