He shrugged, even though he knew the old wolf couldn't see the movement.

He swung around, saw the two wolves, silver and gold, at the back of the cavern.

He rolled to his feet, saw the two wolves tearing at each other near the cavern's entrance.

After a time, images came back to him, what the wolves saw.

Across the channel on the floating island, several wolves could now be seen, two of them in trees.

Whatever they were, the wolves never saw them.

A wolf sees the girl walking through the woods and makes a plan to eat her.

The young wolves see the fresh sign, too, and they are much excited.

The wolves would see us long before we saw them.

Even a wolf with the best night sight couldn't see squat in here.