Enemies of all these packs of fierce huskies trailed in from all sides, fighting, snapping and snarling, with the lust of killing deep born in them from their wolf progenitors.
There was no cessation in the battle of the fangs.

It began with the first brute arrivals.

It continued from dawn through the day and around the camp-fires at night.

There was never an end to the strife between the dogs, and between the men and the dogs.

The snow was trailed and stained with blood and the scent of it added greater fierceness to the wolf-breeds.
Half a dozen battles were fought to the death each day and night.