"She's a Wood Buffalo," answered the Dog-Wolf.
"What's a Wood Buffalo?" asked Shag.
"They are even as yourself, Great Bull; driven from the plains by the many-breathed Fire-stick, they have come to this good Range of the Northland. They go not in Herds, but few together, as Mooswa and others of the forest."
"Why did she run away, Brother A'tim?" grunted Shag, lying down to rest.
The Dog-Wolf laughed disagreeably. "That is but the way of the Cow kind," he answered.
"No," said Shag decisively; "she was frightened."
"She was," assented A'tim; "Ghur-r-r! I should say so."
"At what?" asked Shag.
"Forgive me, Brother, but most assuredly she was frightened by you."