cautiously-fed

Updated: May 4, 2025

At night the jackals cried in the darkness round his cautiously-fed camp fire small, because wood had to be carried and in the day-time kites circled overhead to inspect him, and an occasional white vulture flapped across the blue. The weird desolation of this rocky valley, he thought, was like the scenery of the moon.

Algernon Blackwood - Four Weird Tales