Gray Wolf slunk back from the edge of the clearing, and Kazan followed.

No longer were they interested in the cows and the young bull.

From that clearing they had seen meat driven forth--meat that was beaten in fight, and bleeding.

Every instinct of the wild pack returned to Gray Wolf now--and in Kazan the mad desire to taste the blood he smelled.

Swiftly they turned toward the blood-stained trail of the old bull, and when they came to it they found it spattered red.