THE RIGHT OF FANG After the fight Kazan lay down exhausted in the blood-stained snow, while faithful Gray Wolf, still filled with the endurance of her wild wolf breed, tore fiercely at the thick skin on the bull's neck to lay open the red flesh.

When she had done this she did not eat, but ran to Kazan's side and whined softly as she muzzled him with her nose.

After that they feasted, crouching side by side at the bull's neck and tearing at the warm sweet flesh.
The last pale light of the northern day was fading swiftly into night when they drew back, gorged until there were no longer hollows in their sides.

The faint wind died away.

The clouds that had hung in the sky during the day drifted eastward, and the moon shone brilliant and clear.
For an hour the night continued to grow lighter.