The marsh-wolves are too clever and cautious for your leg-traps. The pit simply filled with water. Your beaters may never be seen again. The men at the Observatory object if you do anything noisy. You are tempted to just give up […].
[…] You catch nearly a score of the common grey wolves in your deliciously baited nets before a white one shows itself.[…] a few buckets of clean water show that you do indeed have a fine specimen of rare white wolfdom to sell to Mr. Inch.
