But I understand now, and thank him for his foresight; for if this storm goes on, we are assuredly prisoners here for so long as it may continue." The horse had to be brought into the hut, for it would have been death for it to have remained outside.
"What is that ?" Cnut said presently, as a distant howl was heard between the lulls of the storm.

The guide muttered some word, which Cuthbert did not understand.

But he said to Cnut, "I doubt not that it is wolves.
Thank God that we are safe within this refuge, for here not even the most ravenous beasts could make their way." "Pooh!" Cnut said contemptuously.

"Wolves are no bigger than dogs.

I have heard my grandfather say that he shot one in the forest, and that it was no bigger than a hound.