But now they stood back, hesitating and fearful.
The big husky had never been beaten in battle.

Great Dane ancestors had given him a huge bulk and a jaw that could crush an ordinary dog's head.
But in Kazan he was meeting not only the dog and the wolf, but all that was best in the two.

And Kazan had the advantage of a few hours of rest and a full stomach.

More than that, he was fighting for Gray Wolf.

His fangs had sunk deep in the husky's shoulder, and the husky's long teeth met through the hide and flesh of his neck.