1 Thereafter the host took his guests to look at a young wolf which he had got tied to a chain.
2 Karay was a shaggy old dog with a hanging jowl, famous for having tackled a big wolf unaided.
3 The angry borzois whined and getting free of the leash rushed past the horses' feet at the wolf.
4 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.
5 Nicholas Rostov meanwhile remained at his post, waiting for the wolf.
6 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.
7 He expected the wolf to come his way any moment.
8 Several times he addressed a prayer to God that the wolf should come his way.
9 The wolf ran forward and jumped heavily over a gully that lay in her path.
10 They stood or lay not seeing the wolf or understanding the situation.
11 the wolf seemed to say to herself, and she moved forward without again looking round and with a quiet, long, easy yet resolute lope.
12 The first to come into view was Milka, with her black markings and powerful quarters, gaining upon the wolf.
13 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.
14 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.
15 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.