Then he smelled of him.
That was Chegawasse's opportunity.

The pincers closed and Noozak's slumbers were disturbed by a sudden bawl of agony.

When she raised her head Neewa was rolling about as if in a fit.

He was scratching and snarling and spitting.

Noozak eyed him speculatively for some moments, then reared herself slowly and went to him.