One Ear was uttering quick, eager whines, lunging at the length of his stick toward the darkness, and desisting now and again in order to make frantic attacks on the stick with his teeth.
"Look at that, Bill," Henry whispered.
Full into the firelight, with a stealthy, sidelong movement, glided a doglike animal.

It moved with commingled mistrust and daring, cautiously observing the men, its attention fixed on the dogs.

One Ear strained the full length of the stick toward the intruder and whined with eagerness.
"That fool One Ear don't seem scairt much," Bill said in a low tone.
"It's a she-wolf," Henry whispered back, "an' that accounts for Fatty an' Frog.

She's the decoy for the pack.

She draws out the dog an' then all the rest pitches in an' eats 'm up." The fire crackled.