They were first to find the trail, and with all the ferocity of their blood-eating nature followed it with quick exciting leaps.

A fox caught the scent of it a quarter of a mile to windward, and came nearer.

From out of a deep windfall a beady-eyed, thin-bellied fisher-cat came forth, and stopped with his feet in the crimson ribbon.
It was the fisher-cat that brought Kazan out; from under his cover of spruce again.

In the moonlight there was a sharp quick fight, a snarling and scratching, a cat-like yowl of pain, and the fisher forgot his hunger in flight.

Kazan returned to Gray Wolf with a lacerated and bleeding nose.