They were great and gaunt and hungry, all were full-grown, there were no little ones, and their number was so many that he could not count them in the moonlight.

Umslopogaas, looking into their red eyes, felt his heart become as the heart of a wolf, and he, too, lifted up his head and howled, and the she-wolves howled in answer.
"The pack is gathered; now for the hunt!" cried Galazi.

"Make your feet swift, my brother, for we shall journey far to-night.

Ho, Blackfang! ho, Greysnout! Ho, my people black and grey, away! away!" He spoke and bounded forward, and with him went Umslopogaas, and after him streamed the ghost-wolves.

They fled down the mountain sides, leaping from boulder to boulder like bucks.