He was cut and bruised and bitten; he was strangled and stabbed; he was so utterly mauled that for a space after Oochak had gone he continued to rake the air with his paws, unconscious of the fact that the affair was over.
When he opened his eyes, and found himself alone, he slunk into the hollow log where he had cornered the rabbit.
In there he lay a good half hour, trying hard to comprehend just what had happened.

The sun was setting when he dragged himself out.

He limped.

His one good ear was bitten clean through.

There were bare spots on his hide where Oochak had scraped the hair off.