He was very cold. He waited. It was very still. He could see their almond eyes in the moonlight. He could hear their breath. He could feel the presence of their knowing that was electric in the air. They bunched and nuzzled one another. Then they stopped. They stood with their ears cocked. Some with one forefoot raised to their chest. They were looking at him. He did not breathe. They did not breathe. They stood. Then they turned and quietly trotted on. When he got back the the house Boyd was awake but he didn't tell him where he'd been nor what he'd seen. He never told anybody.

Text from "The Crossing" by Cormac McCarthy.