Then he fell back and sat proudly on his haunches beside Gray Wolf, listening to the snapping of jaws and the rending of flesh as the starved pack feasted.
Gray Wolf slunk closer to Kazan.

She muzzled his neck and Kazan gave her a swift dog-like caress of his tongue, assuring her that all was well.
She flattened herself in the snow when the dogs had finished and came up in their dog way to sniff at her, and make closer acquaintance with Kazan.

Kazan towered over her, guarding her.

One huge red-eyed dog who still dragged the bit of babiche trace muzzled Gray Wolf's soft neck for a fraction of a second too long, and Kazan uttered a savage snarl of warning.

The dog drew back, and for a moment their fangs gleamed over Gray Wolf's blind face.