All the strength that was in his starved body revealed itself in a sudden rigid tenseness as he looked at his mate.

Her forefeet were planted firmly to the east; her slim gray head was reaching out for the scent; her body trembled.
Then--suddenly--they heard a sound, and with a whining cry Kazan set out in its direction, with Gray Wolf at his flank.

The scent grew stronger and stronger in Gray Wolf's nostrils, and soon it came to Kazan.

It was not the scent of a rabbit or a partridge.

It was big game.