You've won! Kazan, you brute, I've lost you!" His face suddenly sobered as Isobel stooped to pick up the end of the chain.
"He's yours, Issy," he added quickly, "but you must let me care for him until--we _know_.

Give me the chain.

I won't trust him even now.

He's a wolf.

I've seen him take an Indian's hand off at a single snap.