He who has no world of his own, but is able to go in and out of many

On a remote night-black heath the darkness condenses into a great shadowy form. It becomes so dense that even in that moonless, starless night it comes to look like a big black body. Its outlines are still unclear, but it stands on four legs and green fire glows in the eyes of its huge shaggy head. It lifts up its great snout and stands for a long while, sniffing the air. Then suddenly it seems to find the scent it was looking for, and a deep, triumphant growl issues from its throat.