It was then that Mukoki, speaking softly, beckoned the others to follow him, and with Wolf at his side went down the ridge.
Making a circuit around the back of the rock, Mukoki paused near a small sapling twenty yards from the dead buck and secured Wolf by his babeesh thong.

Hardly had he done so when the animal began to exhibit signs of excitement.

He trotted about nervously, sniffing the air, gathering the wind from every direction, and his jaws dropped with a snarling whine.
Then he struck one of the clots of blood in the snow.
"Come," whispered Wabi, pulling at Rod's sleeve, "come--quietly." They slipped back among the shadows of the spruce and watched Wolf in unbroken silence.

The animal now stood rigidly over the blood clot.

His head was level with his quivering back, his ears half aslant, his nostrils pointing to a strange thrilling scent that came to him from somewhere out there in the moonlight.