They could hear nothing except the Waingunga rushing and gurgling in the dark, and the light evening winds among the tree-tops, till suddenly across the river a wolf called. It was no wolf of the Pack, for they were all at the Rock. The note changed to a long, despairing bay; and “Dhole!” it said, “Dhole! dhole! dhole!” They heard tired feet on the rocks, and a gaunt wolf, streaked with red on his flanks, his right fore-paw useless, and his jaws white with foam, flung himself into the circle and lay gasping at Mowgli’s feet. “Good hunting! Under whose Headship?” said Phao gravely. “Good hunting! Won-tolla am I,” was the answer. He meant that he was a solitary wolf, fending for himself, his mate, and his cubs in some lonely lair, as do many wolves in the south. Won-tolla means an Outlier--one who lies out from any Pack. Then he panted, and they could see his heart-beats shake him backward and forward. “What moves?” said Phao, for that is the question all the Jungle asks after the pheeal cries. “The dhole, the dhole of the Dekkan--Red Dog, the Killer! They came north from the south saying the Dekkan was empty and killing out by the way. When this moon was new there were four to me--my mate and three cubs. She would teach them to kill on the grass plains, hiding to drive the buck, as we do who are of the open. At midnight I heard them together, full tongue on the trail. At the dawn-wind I found them stiff in the grass--four, Free People, four when this moon was new. Then sought I my Blood-Right and found the dhole.” “How many?” said Mowgli quickly; the Pack growled deep in their throats. “I do not know. Three of them will kill no more, but at the last they drove me like the buck; on my three legs they drove me. Look, Free People!” He thrust out his mangled fore-foot, all dark with dried blood. There were cruel bites low down on his side, and his throat was torn and worried. “Eat,” said Akela, rising up from the meat Mowgli had brought him, and the Outlier flung himself on it. “This shall be no loss,” he said humbly, when he had taken off the first edge of his hunger. “Give me a little strength, Free People, and I also will kill. My lair is empty that was full when this moon was new, and the Blood Debt is not all paid.” Phao heard his teeth crack on a haunch-bone and grunted approvingly. “We shall need those jaws,” said he. “Were there cubs with the dhole?” “Nay, nay. Red Hunters all: grown dogs of their Pack, heavy and strong for all that they eat lizards in the Dekkan.”