For the moment, not the demon leader alone, but every wolf represented the soul of a wicked warrior, and they would approach with all the cunning that the warriors had known and practiced in their lives.
"Do you see the great beast now, Tayoga ?" he whispered.
"No, he is behind a rock, but there is another slinking forward, drawing himself without noise over the ground.

He must have been in life a savage from the far region, west of the Great Lakes, perhaps an eater of his own kind, as the wolf eats his." "I see him, Tayoga, just there on the right where the darkness lies like a shroud.

I see his jaws slavering too.

He comes forward as a stalker, and I've no doubt the soul of a most utter savage is hidden in his body.
He shall meet my arrow." "Wait a little, Dagaeoga, until you can be sure of your shot.

There is another creeping forward on the left in the same manner, and you'll want to send a second arrow quickly at him." "I never saw a wolf-pack attack in this way before.