The animal was stark dead.

Not a muscle of its body moved.

Its lips were drawn back, its jaws agape, and under the head was a growing smear of blood.

It was not these things--not the fact but the INSTRUMENT of death that held Philip's eyes.

The huge wolf had been completely transfixed by a spear.
Instantly Philip recognized it--the long, slender, javelin-like narwhal harpoon used by only one people in the world, the murderous little black-visaged Kogmollocks of Coronation Gulf and Wollaston Land.
He sprang suddenly back from the window, dragging Celie with him..