Noon
Slowly she began to circle about the wounded monarch at a distance of about twenty yards . Kazan kept at her side . Once -- twice -- twenty times they made that slow circle , and with each turn they made the old bull turned , and his breath grew heavier and his head drooped lower . Noon came , and was followed by the more intense cold of the last half of the day . Twenty circles became a hundred -- two hundred -- and more . Under Gray Wolf 's and Kazan 's feet the snow grew hard in the path they made . Under the old bull 's widespread hoofs the snow was no longer white -- but red .