"...the dead riding on the night wind..."
-Poul Anderson, "The Sorrow Of Odin The Goth" IN Anderson, Time Patrol (New York, 2006), pp. 333-465 AT 1980, p. 390.
"Something white flickered yonder - a scrap of cloud, or Swanhild riding behind the Wanderer?" (op. cit., 374, p. 465)
In Anderson's Three Hearts And Three Lions, Chapter Twenty-Four, Holger is pursued by the Wild Hunt, his last challenge:
faint far horns like wind, sea, wings, a hawk and a raven;
shrilling, wailing anguish;
the horns of the damned;
hoofs in the sky;
immortal hounds baying;
the sound of the feet of nightmare dogs;
when Holger looks back, Alianora's hair hides their pursuers;
dead men's bones clattering;
"...surely all men are pursued with us..." (p. 151);
- by striding Time and marching Chaos;
the Wild Hunt howling and sweeping downward;
clamoring winds and murk;
cold through the heart;
wind whistling between the ribs;
an overwhelming roar.
How will he get out of this one? A nightmare enacted, especially Alianora's hair hiding the pursuit.
I know a self-professed "Dark Wiccan" who worships Herne the Wild Hunter and acknowledges that Wodan was a previous version.