That pack was great which ran a-hunting through the silent night; and now it was night, on the other side of the slope only, and the sound swelled so loud that those who were with me awoke also and looked forth.

Now of a sudden a great koodoo bull appeared for an instant standing out against the sky on the crest of the ridge, then vanished in the shadow.

He was running towards us; presently we saw him again speeding on his path with great bounds.

We saw this also--forms grey and gaunt and galloping, in number countless, that leaped along his path, appearing on the crest of the rise, disappearing into the shadow, seen again on the slope, lost in the valley; and with them two other shapes, the shapes of men.
Now the big buck bounded past us not half a spear's throw away, and behind him streamed the countless wolves, and from the throats of the wolves went up that awful music.

And who were these two that came with the wolves, shapes of men great and strong?
They ran silently and swift, wolves' teeth gleamed upon their heads, wolves' hides hung about their shoulders.