That the old bull had put up a magnificent fight was easily discernible.

Fifty feet away were the bones of a wolf, and almost under the skeleton of the moose were those of another.

The heads of both still remained, and Wabi, after taking their scalps, hurried on over the trail.
Half-way across the lake, where he had taken his last two shots, were the skeletons of two more wolves, and in the edge of the spruce forest he found another.

This animal had evidently been wounded farther back and had later been set upon by some of the pack and killed.

Half a mile deeper in the forest he came upon a spot where he had emptied five shells into the pack and here he found the bones of two more wolves.