He missed, and as he lunged forward on his shoulders Gray Wolf was flung off.

But she had accomplished her purpose.

Beaten in open battle with one of his kind, and now attacked by a still deadlier foe, the old bull began to retreat.

As he went, one hip sank under him at every step.
The tendon of his left leg was bitten half through.
Without being able to see, Gray Wolf seemed to realize what had happened.

Again she was the pack-wolf--with all the old wolf strategy.
Twice flung back by the old bull's horn, Kazan knew better than to attack openly again.