I persist, too, in saying that all the wolves of this pack contain the souls of wicked warriors.

It is natural that they should draw together and hunt together, and hunt men as they hunted them in life." "I'm not disputing you, Tayoga.

Both day and night have more things than I can ever hope to understand, but it seems to me that night has the more.

I've been listening so hard, Tayoga, that I can't tell now where imagination ends and reality begins, but I think I hear a footfall, as soft as that of a leaf dropping to the ground, but a footfall just the same." "I hear it too, Dagaeoga, and it is not the dropping of a leaf.

It is a wolf creeping forward, seeking to stalk us.