As dorchadas na coille a thinig s, gan torann, gan deifir, gan eagla. N raibh a fhios ag Cormac c acu neach saolta n neamhshaolta a bh ag sil i gceo an maidine. Ansin chonaic s na starrfhiacla gara agus chuala s an ghnsacht gharbh….
Out of the darkness of the woods he came. Without a sound without hurry or fear. In the morning fog Cormac didn’t know which world he belonged to, but then he saw the fangs and heard the harsh grunt……