Even the sounds of nightmare from the other shelters did not reach him…
…lay there listening, at first with doubt then with terror…
The bright morning was full of threats and the circle began to change.
You can’t have an ordinary hunt because the beast doesn’t leave tracks
-a beast with claws that scratched, that sat on a mountaintop, that left no tracks and yet was not fast…
The sun was bright and danger had faded with the darkness
Life […] is scientific, that's what it is.
Maybe […] there is a beast
What I mean is… maybe it's only us.
Perhaps […]. We'd better keep on the right side of him, anyhow. You can't tell what he might do