Ten minutes later they stood in the door of the windfall cavern.
It was a white clear night, so filled with brilliant stars that Henri himself could have hunted by the light of them.

The lynx had exhausted itself, and lay crouching on its belly as Kazan and Gray Wolf appeared.
As usual, Gray Wolf held back while Kazan began the battle.

In the first or second of these fights on the trap-line, Kazan would probably have been disemboweled or had his jugular vein cut open, had the fierce cats been free.

They were more than his match in open fight, though the biggest of them fell ten pounds under his weight.

Chance had saved him on the Sun Rock.