this time he had got away with it . behind them the wolves suddenly roared , their heads coming out of the skin . it was a mutual understanding of how things worked and what needed to be done . but the rest of his face was radiant . if he only knew just how true his words were . the stream is gone , only the bed in which it traveled marks that it ever existed . `` if it were n't for all the snow , i 'd think i was back home . '' he may be interested in it . '' 