Thanks to the delay caused by this crossing of the wolf’s path, the old dog with its felted hair hanging from its thigh was within five paces of it. As if aware of her danger, the wolf turned her eyes on Karáy, tucked her tail yet further between her legs, and increased her speed. But here Nikoláy only saw that something happened to Karáy⁠—the borzoi was suddenly on the wolf, and they rolled together down into a gully just in front of them.