134) THE MOOSE 



warning signal. Only his greatest enemy scrapped 

 on the hard snow like that, regardless of all the 

 rules for silent stalking. 



A lean, yellow-grey wolf loped up to the carcass, 

 and fell-to silently. When he had fed well, he 

 threw up his savage head and gave the kill-call : 

 O-o-o-o-h-h-h I O-o-o-o-h-h-h I W-a-a-a-h-h-h ! 

 W-a-a-a-h-h-h I 



Over the horizon came a low hunched form, 

 running in leaps, first of the beasts of prey to 

 answer. Then another and another. 



Flakes of snow, big as a dollar piece, descended 

 heavily, wrapping the despoilers and the dead in 

 a winding sheet. 



