To the brilliance of the moon and the stars there was added now the pale fires of the aurora borealis, shivering and flashing over the Pole.
Its hissing crackling monotone, like the creaking of steel sledge-runners on frost-filled snow, came faintly to the ears of Kazan and Gray Wolf.
As yet they had not gone a hundred yards from the dead bull, and at the first sound of that strange mystery in the northern skies they stopped and listened to it, alert and suspicious.

Then they laid their ears aslant and trotted slowly back to the meat they had killed.

Instinct told them that it was theirs only by right of fang.

They had fought to kill it.

And it was in the law of the wild that they would have to fight to keep it.