After an interval they heard its exact duplicate and the Panther remarked tersely: "Wolves.

Mighty hungry, too.

They've smelled our buffalo meat and they want it.

Guess from their big voices that they're timber wolves and not coyotes." Ned knew that the timber wolf was a much larger and fiercer animal than his prairie brother, and he did not altogether like this whining sound which now rose and died for the third time.
"Must be a dozen or so," said the Panther, noticing the increasing volume of sound.

"We'll light the fire again.