The man came rapidly nearer.

Kazan caught the glisten of the rifle in his hand.

He heard his hollow cough, and the tread of his feet in the snow.

Gray Wolf crouched shoulder to shoulder with him, trembling and showing her teeth.

When Pierre had approached within fifty feet of them she slunk back into the deeper shadows of the spruce.
Kazan's fangs were bared menacingly when Pierre stopped and looked down at him.