They swung around the edge of the windfall, where there had always been rabbits.
There were no tracks now, and no scent.

They continued in a horseshoe circle through the swamp, and the only scent they caught was that of a snow-owl perched up in a spruce.

They came to the burn and turned back, hunting the opposite side of the swamp.

On this side there was a ridge.
They climbed the ridge, and from the cap of it looked out over a world that was barren of life.

Ceaselessly Gray Wolf sniffed the air, but she gave no signal to Kazan.