Raymond S. Spears,
The Wolf Pack (Spears) — II. Pretty Shells Resumes Possession
(1926)
“ The wolves were so close behind that she fancied she could hear the swish of their passing, too. There was a splash across the lake in the reflections of the trees. She had a glimpse of moonshine sparklings. She could see the shapes of the wolves when they came out of the shadows, like dark wraiths on the white sand in the gray light. She heard the snort of the deer’s labored breathing, and then a sharp barking of the pursuers as for an instant they seemed to be consulting what they should do now. ”
