She was down--and under, and from her there came a sudden sharp terrible cry of pain.
Kazan flew across the rock.

His attack was the swift silent assault of the wolf, combined with the greater courage, the fury and the strategy of the husky.

Another husky would have died in that first attack.

But the lynx was not a dog or a wolf.

It was "Mow-lee, the swift," as the Sarcees had named it--the quickest creature in the wilderness.