"Now, little one, have you a mother waiting you at home ?" "No.

Only father and old nurse." "Nor brother or sister ?" "None at all," I said.
"An only child, and his father lonely," the man said.

"Well, I will chance it while the trees last.

The head will stay them awhile, maybe." Now he went swiftly across the rolling woodlands, and again I slept in his arms, but uneasily and with a haunting fear in my dreaming that I should wake to see the wild eyes of the wolf glaring across the snow on us again.

So it happens that all I know of the rest of that flight from Woden's pack has been told me by others, so that I can say little thereof.
The howls of the pack as they stayed to fall on the carcass of their fellow, after their wont, died away behind us, and before they were heard again my friend had come across a half-frozen brook, and for a furlong or more had crashed and waded through its ice and water that our trail might be lost in it.