It was a wolf howling at the full moon.
They feared that the wolf was upon him; but he wished only to get his gun.
The wolf finally decided they were no threat and turned his back on them, trotting away across the vast grassland.
He watched the wolf disappear into the tall grass.
The trouble is, my ranch has been a safe haven and even headquarters for the wolf population around here.
He finally broke the silence, "So, are you some kind of wolf royalty?"
I assume you being so warm is a wolf thing?
I have no control over what I do during the full moon, and after, have no memory of my time as a wolf, so I can't answer that.
He tried to visualize her morphing into a wolf, writhing in pain as she transformed, foaming at the mouth, snarling.
I thought I would go as the big bad wolf, if you'll be my little red riding hood?
Maybe the wolf you will be as enamored by me as the human you.
No, I plan to tell them at the Wolf Moon Festival.
Every year, the full moon in January is the Wolf Moon and there is a three day festival that all werewolves attend… kind of our high holiday.
Yes, you have a right to see me in wolf form.
A soft moan sounding nothing like her reached his ears, and then slowly, out from under the cover, emerged a huge wolf with bronze colored fur.
Sniffing the air, the wolf turned to him, and then trotted to the bars.
The wolf turned to him and yawned.
He walked to the drawing room with the wolf close behind.
He laughed, "Well, I'm sitting on the sofa petting a beautiful wolf who is sleeping in my lap."
Your wolf loves me.
He wanted to say, you're scaring me now more than as a wolf, but thought better of it.
You got your wish to see me as a wolf and survived.
Can I please tell you about our amazing night and what a beautiful wolf you are?
How did the wolf thing go?
Maybe you should take off that wolf costume and show him how it's done.
I might not see you until the Wolf Moon Festival.
Miriam leaned in with a furrowed brow, whispering, "You've seen her in wolf form?"
The sadness of never seeing Elisabeth as a wolf again hung over him.
Elisabeth, in wolf form, stood scratching at the door, whimpering.
Jackson opened the door; the wolf lumbered in and collapsed at his feet.
He took her hand and they started down the stairs together, approaching the wolf with reticence.
She put it in front of Elisabeth, and with some effort, the wolf rose to drink from it.
The wolf licked her muzzle then approached Sarah and sat in front of her staring.
The wolf then walked to Connor and repeated her actions.
He carried the sleeping wolf upstairs, placed her on the bed, and then pulled a chair up to wait.
Jackson wore a wide grin as Elisabeth said, I don't know what I will do about the Wolf Moon Festival.
Jackson worried Elisabeth would miss her family, but she assured him that Christmas was not nearly as important as The Wolf Moon.
She nudged him with her nose then licked his face, her demeanor shifting to the gentle wolf he knew.
The wolf looked up at them, then lay on the floor with her head on Jackson's chest, whimpering.
Wait. How did she morph into a wolf, it's not even close to a full moon?
Can you turn into a wolf whenever you want?
She placed it on the ground and watched Jack wolf down the rest.
It was after 11:00 by the time Dean struggled around the last turn and reached the summit of Wolf Creek Pass.
Somewhere in the cold outdoors, a wolf howled.
Wolf, Einfilhrung in das Studium der neueren Geschichte (1910).
It has associations with Alexander Stewart, earl of Buchan and lord of Badenoch (1343-1405), son of Robert II., whose ruffianly conduct in Elginshire earned him the designation of the Wolf of Badenoch, the Comyns, the Douglases (to whom it gave the title of baron in the 15th century), the Stuarts and the Duffs.
His novels, for the most part published first in London, reflect his wild adventurous life, the best known being The Son of the Wolf (1900); The Call of the Wild (1903); Moon Face (1906); Martin Eden (1909); South Sea Tales (1912), and his last, The Little Lady of the Big House (1916).
Among them are the puma (Felis concolor), a smaller variety of the jaguar (Felis onga), the wolf, the fox, the Patagonian hare (Dolichotis patagonica) and two species of wild cat.
Pumas, jaguars and one or two species of wild cat are numerous, as also the Argentine wolf and two or three species of fox.
The chestnut covers considerable areas in Prigord, Limousin and Beam; resinotis trees (firs, pines, larches, &c.) form fine forests in the Vosges and The indigenous fauna include the bear, now very rare but still found in the Alps and Pyrenees, the wolf, harbouring chiefly in the Cvennes and Vosges, but in continually decreasing areas; the fox, marten, badger, weasel, otter, the beaver in the extreme south of the Rhne valley, and in the Alps the marmot; the red deer and roe deer are preserved in many of the forests, and the wild boar is found in several districts; the chamois and wild goat survive in the Pyrenees and Alps.
Wallace, Geographical Distribution of Animals (New York, 1876); Theodor Wolf, Ein Besuch der Galapagos Inseln (Heidelberg, 1879); and paper in Geographical Journal, vi.
For instance, according to the older view, the dental formula in the thylacine or Tasmanian wolf is i., c, i, p. 3, m.
The largest representative of the family is the Tasmanian wolf,' or thylacine, alone representing the genus Thylacinus, in which the dentition numbers i.
- The Tasmanian Wolf, or Thylacine (Thylacinus cynocephalus).
The gradual passage of the thick root of the tail into the body is a character common to the Tasmanian wolf and the aard-vark, and may be directly inherited from reptilian ancestors (see Thylacine).
One of these, Prothylacinus, is regarded as the forerunner of the marsupial wolf of Tasmania.
Other terrestrial marsupials are the wombat (Phascolomys), a large, clumsy, burrowing animal, not unlike a pig, which attains a weight of from 60 to 100 lb; the bandicoot (Perameles), a rat-like creature whose depredations annoy the agriculturist; the native cat (Dasyurus), noted robber of the poultry yard; the Tasmanian wolf (Thylacinus), which preys on large game; and the recently discovered Notoryctes, a small animal which burrows like a mole in the desert of the interior.
There are some porcupines, red foxes, minks and martens, but the moose, wolf and lynx are practically extinct.
Wolves are more numerous, though only in the mountainous districts; the flocks are protected against them by large white sheep-dogs, who have some wolf blood in them.
AARD-WOLF (earth-wolf), a South and East African carnivorous mammal (Proteles cristatus), in general appearance like a small striped hyena, but with a more pointed muzzle, sharper ears, and a long erectile mane down the middle line of the neck and back.
One day word came that a savage wolf had been seen in the forest.
Men said that it was a very large wolf and that it had killed some of the farmers' sheep.
"How I should like to meet that wolf," said little Gilbert.
Perhaps we may see that wolf among the trees.
"Now for the wolf!" he said to himself.
"This is just the place for that wolf," he thought.
It's the wolf, I'm sure!
You were very brave, and it is lucky that the wolf was not there.
Wolf! they cried, as they met another farmer coming over the hill.
It's the same old wolf that has been skulking around here all winter.
"Let us call the neighbors together and have a grand wolf hunt to- morrow," said Putnam.
The next day twenty men and boys came together for the grand wolf hunt.
But the wolf was too wise to show herself.
The wolf gave a low growl and made ready to meet him.
The wolf saw him.
Perhaps the wolf was waiting to spring upon him.
The wolf was dead.
Men and boys pulled with all their might; and Putnam and the wolf were drawn out together.
There is a chili I love called Wolf Brand chili.
At the margin, if I buy a can of Wolf Brand chili, I make $8.
Suddenly I felt my bed shake, and a wolf seemed to spring on me and snarl in my face.
Better if they had been born in the open pasture and suckled by a wolf, that they might have seen with clearer eyes what field they were called to labor in.
They will slink back to their kennels in disgrace, or perchance run wild and strike a league with the wolf and the fox.
His usual note was this demoniac laughter, yet somewhat like that of a water-fowl; but occasionally, when he had balked me most successfully and come up a long way off, he uttered a long-drawn unearthly howl, probably more like that of a wolf than any bird; as when a beast puts his muzzle to the ground and deliberately howls.
The hounds of that ardent young sportsman Rostov had not merely reached hard winter condition, but were so jaded that at a meeting of the huntsmen it was decided to give them a three days' rest and then, on the sixteenth of September, to go on a distant expedition, starting from the oak grove where there was an undisturbed litter of wolf cubs.
(This meant that the she-wolf, about whom they both knew, had moved with her cubs to the Otradnoe copse, a small place a mile and a half from the house.)
We are going, but only wolf hunting: it would be dull for you.
"Well, nephew, you're going for a big wolf," said "Uncle."
Karay was a shaggy old dog with a hanging jowl, famous for having tackled a big wolf unaided.
The old count, knowing his son's ardor in the hunt, hurried so as not to be late, and the huntsmen had not yet reached their places when Count Ilya Rostov, cheerful, flushed, and with quivering cheeks, drove up with his black horses over the winter rye to the place reserved for him, where a wolf might come out.
After the cry of the hounds came the deep tones of the wolf call from Daniel's hunting horn; the pack joined the first three hounds and they could be heard in full cry, with that peculiar lift in the note that indicates that they are after a wolf.
The count and Simon galloped out of the wood and saw on their left a wolf which, softly swaying from side to side, was coming at a quiet lope farther to the left to the very place where they were standing.
The wolf paused, turned its heavy forehead toward the dogs awkwardly, like a man suffering from the quinsy, and, still slightly swaying from side to side, gave a couple of leaps and with a swish of its tail disappeared into the skirt of the wood.
At the same instant, with a cry like a wail, first one hound, then another, and then another, sprang helter-skelter from the wood opposite and the whole pack rushed across the field toward the very spot where the wolf had disappeared.
You've let the wolf go!...
He was galloping round by the bushes while the field was coming up on both sides, all trying to head the wolf, but it vanished into the wood before they could do so.
He knew that young and old wolves were there, that the hounds had separated into two packs, that somewhere a wolf was being chased, and that something had gone wrong.
He expected the wolf to come his way any moment.
Several times he addressed a prayer to God that the wolf should come his way.
I know Thou art great, and that it is a sin to ask this of Thee, but for God's sake do let the old wolf come my way and let Karay spring at it--in sight of 'Uncle' who is watching from over there- -and seize it by the throat in a death grip!
"Only once in my life to get an old wolf, I want only that!" thought he, straining eyes and ears and looking to the left and then to the right and listening to the slightest variation of note in the cries of the dogs.
The wolf ran forward and jumped heavily over a gully that lay in her path.
They stood or lay not seeing the wolf or understanding the situation.
Nicholas asked himself as the wolf approached him coming from the copse.
Eh, no matter, forward... the wolf seemed to say to herself, and she moved forward without again looking round and with a quiet, long, easy yet resolute lope.
"Ulyulyu!" cried Nicholas, in a voice not his own, and of its own accord his good horse darted headlong downhill, leaping over gullies to head off the wolf, and the borzois passed it, running faster still.
Nicholas did not hear his own cry nor feel that he was galloping, nor see the borzois, nor the ground over which he went: he saw only the wolf, who, increasing her speed, bounded on in the same direction along the hollow.
Nearer and nearer... now she was ahead of it; but the wolf turned its head to face her, and instead of putting on speed as she usually did Milka suddenly raised her tail and stiffened her forelegs.
The reddish Lyubim rushed forward from behind Milka, sprang impetuously at the wolf, and seized it by its hindquarters, but immediately jumped aside in terror.
The wolf crouched, gnashed her teeth, and again rose and bounded forward, followed at the distance of a couple of feet by all the borzois, who did not get any closer to her.
Karay, with all the strength age had left him, stretched himself to the utmost and, watching the wolf, galloped heavily aside to intercept it.
Nicholas could already see not far in front of him the wood where the wolf would certainly escape should she reach it.
A long, yellowish young borzoi, one Nicholas did not know, from another leash, rushed impetuously at the wolf from in front and almost knocked her over.
But the wolf jumped up more quickly than anyone could have expected and, gnashing her teeth, flew at the yellowish borzoi, which, with a piercing yelp, fell with its head on the ground, bleeding from a gash in its side.
As if aware of her danger, the wolf turned her eyes on Karay, tucked her tail yet further between her legs, and increased her speed.
But here Nicholas only saw that something happened to Karay--the borzoi was suddenly on the wolf, and they rolled together down into a gully just in front of them.
That instant, when Nicholas saw the wolf struggling in the gully with the dogs, while from under them could be seen her gray hair and outstretched hind leg and her frightened choking head, with her ears laid back (Karay was pinning her by the throat), was the happiest moment of his life.
With his hand on his saddlebow, he was ready to dismount and stab the wolf, when she suddenly thrust her head up from among that mass of dogs, and then her forepaws were on the edge of the gully.
Nicholas and his attendant, with "Uncle" and his huntsman, were all riding round the wolf, crying "ulyulyu!" shouting and preparing to dismount each moment that the wolf crouched back, and starting forward again every time she shook herself and moved toward the wood where she would be safe.
He saw Karay seize the wolf, and checked his horse, supposing the affair to be over.
But when he saw that the horsemen did not dismount and that the wolf shook herself and ran for safety, Daniel set his chestnut galloping, not at the wolf but straight toward the wood, just as Karay had run to cut the animal off.
As a result of this, he galloped up to the wolf just when she had been stopped a second time by "Uncle's" borzois.
It was evident to the dogs, the hunters, and to the wolf herself that all was now over.
The terrified wolf pressed back her ears and tried to rise, but the borzois stuck to her.
Daniel rose a little, took a step, and with his whole weight, as if lying down to rest, fell on the wolf, seizing her by the ears.
With happy, exhausted faces, they laid the old wolf, alive, on a shying and snorting horse and, accompanied by the dogs yelping at her, took her to the place where they were all to meet.
The huntsmen assembled with their booty and their stories, and all came to look at the wolf, which, with her broad-browed head hanging down and the bitten stick between her jaws, gazed with great glassy eyes at this crowd of dogs and men surrounding her.
The count remembered the wolf he had let slip and his encounter with Daniel.
In the entry there was a smell of fresh apples, and wolf and fox skins hung about.
With the same feeling with which he had galloped across the path of a wolf, Rostov gave rein to his Donets horse and galloped to intersect the path of the dragoons' disordered lines.
He was armed with a musketoon (which he carried rather as a joke), a pike and an ax, which latter he used as a wolf uses its teeth, with equal ease picking fleas out of its fur or crunching thick bones.
Bear or a wolf passed, but it was not. He could walk anywhere on the
Forests grew once more, the wolf and the beaver replaced the reindeer
About two hundred yards away a lone wolf stood poised for flight, watching them cautiously.
Somewhere out on the range a lone wolf called, its eerie howl reminding the intruding humans that they had not yet won.
The others fanned out, and she suddenly felt like a lamb surrounded by a wolf pack trying to decide what to do with her.
Are you telling me you turn into a wolf at the full moon, and you can kill vampires?
She's a ruling wolf or something; doesn't smell like a dog.
Upon seeing the wolf, they both stopped abruptly.
She turns into a fucking wolf and can rip me apart.