The one great law of the pack would compel them to be fair.
He kept his eyes only on the big gray leader who had challenged him.
Shoulder to shoulder they continued to circle.

Where a few moments before there had been the snapping of jaws and the rending of flesh there was now silence.

Soft-footed and soft-throated mongrel dogs from the South would have snarled and growled, but Kazan and the wolf were still, their ears laid forward instead of back, their tails free and bushy.
Suddenly the wolf struck in with the swiftness of lightning, and his jaws came together with the sharpness of steel striking steel.

They missed by an inch.

In that same instant Kazan darted in to the side, and like knives his teeth gashed the wolf's flank.
They circled again, their eyes growing redder, their lips drawn back until they seemed to have disappeared.