But he heard the crunch of snow, and began to listen. His ears twisted carefully beneath the thin layer of snow. He lifted his nose carefully and sniffed, inhaling the cold air, and the musk of prey. The man shifted carefully around. He tried to watch for movement and felt a sudden heat within his body; a small rise of adrenaline as his dull eyes crept along the horizon. Njal was lucky - the target was not as close as he initially thought.
It paused, perhaps wary, or perhaps it had heard him. Regardless, he waited for the creature to be a few more lengths ahead of him - and then, as he rose to his paws, he threw back his head and called out to the pack.
"I've found dinner," the song rumbled, rolling across the plains with a fresh enthusiasm. "Come, help, eat."