To find the direction, she had to go farther away from the wind.

Not feeling the motion of her legs, Laska bounded with a stiff gallop, so that at each bound she could stop short, to the right, away from the wind that blew from the east before sunrise, and turned facing the wind.

Sniffing in the air with dilated nostrils, she felt at once that not their tracks only but they themselves were here before her, and not one, but many.

Laska slackened her speed.

They were here, but where precisely she could not yet determine.