The best are always sure to go.

What with deaths by boars, leopards, elk, and stray hounds, the pack is with difficulty maintained.

Puppies are constantly lost in the commencement of their training by straying too far into the jungle, and sometimes by reckless valour.

I lost a fine young greyhound, Lancer, own brother to Lucifer, in this way.

It was his first day with the pack.
We found a buck who came to bay in a deep rocky torrent, where the dogs had no chance with him, and he amused himself by striking them under water at his pleasure.