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 Mowgli 's feet . `` Good hunting ! Under whose Headship ? '' said Phao gravely . `` Good hunting ! Won-tolla am I , '' was the answer . He meant that he was a solitary wolf , fending for himself , his mate , and his cubs in some lonely lair , as do many wolves in the south . Won-tolla means an Outlier -- one who lies out from any Pack . Then he panted , and they could see his heart-beats shake him backward and forward . `` What moves ? ''
said XXXXX , for that is the question all the Jungle asks after the pheeal cries .
Akela Dhole Headship Mowgli Phao Rock Waingunga evening flanks jackal