He became the pivot of Kazan's wider circle now, and he limped as he turned.

His shoulder was broken.

His ears were flattened as he watched Kazan.
Kazan's ears were erect, and his feet touched the snow lightly.

All his fighting cleverness and all his caution had returned to him.

The blind rage of a few moments was gone and he fought now as he had fought his deadliest enemy, the long-clawed lynx.