Night upon night they had leaped thus against the wall of the cave, but never might their clashing jaws close upon his foot.

One foot they had, indeed, but the other they could not come by.
"Now as I watched, filled with fear and wonder, the she-wolf, her tongue lolling from her jaws, made so mighty a bound that she almost reached the hanging foot, and yet not quite.

She fell back, and then I saw that the leap was her last for that time, for she had oversprung herself, and lay there howling, the black blood flowing from her mouth.

The wolf saw also: he drew near, sniffed at her, then, knowing that she was hurt, seized her by the throat and worried her.

Now all the place was filled with groans and choking howls, as the wolves rolled over and over beneath him who sat above, and in the blood-red light of the dying sun the sight and sounds were so horrid that I trembled like a child.
The she-wolf grew faint, for the fangs of her mate were buried in her throat.