It was nine o' clock. There was no sun or hint of sun, though there was a cloud in the sky. It was a clear day, and yet it seemed an intangible pall over the face of things, a subtle gloom that made the day dark, and that was due to the absence of sun. This fact did not worry the man.
It had wet it's forefeet and legs, and almost immediately the water that clung to it turned to ice. It made quick effort to lick the ice off it's legs, then dropped down in the snow and began to bite out the ice that had formed between the toes.
The man remained silent. Later, the dog whined loudly. And still later it crept close to the man and caught the scent of death.