`` What moves ? '' said Phao , for that is the question all the Jungle asks after the pheeal cries . `` The dhole , the dhole of the Dekkan -- Red Dog , the Killer ! They came north from the south saying the Dekkan was empty and killing out by the way . When this moon was new there were four to me -- my mate and three cubs . She would teach them to kill on the grass plains , hiding to drive the buck , as we do who are of the open . At midnight I heard them together , full tongue on the trail . At the dawn-wind I found them stiff in the grass -- four , Free People , four when this moon was new . Then sought I my Blood-Right and found the dhole . '' `` How many ? '' said Mowgli quickly ; the Pack growled deep in their throats . `` I do not know . Three of them will kill no more , but at the last they drove me like the buck ; on my three legs they drove me . Look , Free People ! '' He thrust out his mangled fore-foot , all dark with dried blood . There were cruel bites low down on his side , and his throat was torn and worried . `` Eat , '' said Akela , rising up from the meat Mowgli had brought him , and the Outlier flung himself on it . `` This shall be no loss , '' he said humbly , when he had taken off the first edge of his hunger . `` Give me a little strength , Free People , and I also will kill . My lair is empty that was full when this moon was new , and the Blood Debt is not all paid . ''
XXXXX heard his teeth crack on a haunch-bone and grunted approvingly .
Akela Blood-Right Dekkan Mowgli Phao dawn-wind dhole first fore-foot midnight