Александр Давыдов рассказ "Волк"

A fragment of the story:

"In the twilight, somewhere around the next corner there was suddenly a shrill mournful howl of a wolf. Ivan shuddered, caught Berdysh back and threw an involuntary glance at trudging beside the horse, she cautiously sipped nostrils frosty air, but continued meekly go ahead. Fedor, like Santa Claus, because the Frozen breath in the cold beard, kept going forward, only hand tightened her grip on the sword, but a worried look, and then Dropped him on his team-mate, betrayed his anxiety. "