Often the soul of a wicked warrior goes into the body of a wolf, and the wolf becomes wicked, and also full of craft.

The leader may not come forward at first himself, but will send others to receive our blows." There was no yapping and snarling from the wolves such as was usual, and such as Robert had often heard, but they had become a phantom pack, silent and ghost-like, creeping among the bushes, sinister and threatening beyond all reckoning.

Robert began to feel that, in very truth, it was a phantom pack, and he wondered if his arrows, even if they struck full and true, would slay.

Nature, in her chance moments, touches one among the millions with genius, and she had so tipped him with living fire.

His vivid and powerful imagination often made him see things others could not see and caused him to clothe objects in colors invisible to common eyes.
Now the wolves, with their demon leader, were moving in silence among the bushes, and he felt that in truth he would soon be fighting with what Tayoga called evil spirits.