The hound scented game.
"Here's an old kill," said Dale, halting to point at some bleached bones scattered under a spruce.

Tufts of grayish-white hair lay strewn around.
"What was it ?" asked Bo.
"Deer, of course.

Killed there an' eaten by a lion.

Sometime last fall.
See, even the skull is split.

But I could not say that the lion did it." Helen shuddered.