Otherwise , he would be far away in the Jungle with his four brothers , tasting , touching , seeing , and feeling new things . One twilight when he was trotting leisurely across the ranges to give Akela the half of a buck that he had killed , while the Four jogged behind him , sparring a little , and tumbling one another over for joy of being alive , he heard a cry that had never been heard since the bad days of Shere Khan . It was what they call in the Jungle the pheeal , a hideous kind of shriek that the jackal gives when he is hunting behind a tiger , or when there is a big killing afoot . If you can imagine a mixture of hate , triumph , fear , and despair , with a kind of leer running through it , you will get some notion of the pheeal that rose and sank and wavered and quavered far away across the Waingunga . The Four stopped at once , bristling and growling . Mowgli 's hand went to his knife , and he checked , the blood in his face , his eyebrows knotted . `` There is no Striped One dare kill here , '' he said . `` That is not the cry of the Forerunner , '' answered Gray Brother . `` It is some great killing . Listen ! '' It broke out again , half sobbing and half chuckling , just as though the jackal had soft human lips . Then Mowgli drew deep breath , and ran to the Council Rock , overtaking on his way hurrying wolves of the Pack . Phao and Akela were on the Rock together , and below them , every nerve strained , sat the others . The mothers and the cubs were cantering off to their lairs ; for when the pheeal cries it is no time for weak things to be abroad . They could hear nothing except the Waingunga rushing and gurgling in the dark , and the light evening winds among the tree-tops , till suddenly across the river a wolf called . It was no wolf of the Pack , for they were all at the Rock . The note changed to a long , despairing bay ; and `` Dhole ! '' it said , `` Dhole ! dhole ! dhole ! ''
They heard tired feet on the rocks , and a gaunt wolf , streaked with red on his flanks , his right fore-paw useless , and his jaws white with foam , flung himself into the circle and lay gasping at XXXXX 's feet .
Jungle Khan Mowgli Phao Striped Waingunga dhole leer pheeal twilight