Aye, prints of wolf paws, but… strange-like, as if the wolves walked on their hind legs.

Its sweetness is like a fair maiden's kiss on a starry night. And it's got enough kick to put a frost troll on his hind quarters! Ha!

Like a mean, fat cat… But a very large one - this tall, see? And it walked upon its hind paws!

My mare reared as if a wolf had already clinched her hind. The cart tipped and - whoa! The cargo fell right on top me.