One by one they faded from the sky and after a time there followed the cold gray dawn of the North.

In that dawn the big husky leader rose from the hole he had made in the snow and returned to the bull.

Kazan, alert, was on his feet in an instant and stood also close to the bull.

The two circled ominously, their heads lowered, their crests bristling.

The husky drew away, and Kazan crouched at the bull's neck and began tearing at the frozen flesh.