A sodden, thudding blow met him and he slunk away without a cry.
Another rabid beast launched his white body at the giant.

Like a flash the ax descended.

In agony the wolf fell, to spin round and round, running on his hind legs, while his head and shoulders and forelegs remained in the snow.

His back was broken.
Jones crouched in the opening of the tepee, knife in hand.

He doubted his senses.