Sleepily his little eyes took in the valley.

Miki got up and gave the low and anxious whine which always told his companion that he wanted to be on the move.

Neewa responded, and they began making their way down the green slope into the rich bottom between the two ridges.
They were now almost six months of age, and in the matter of size had nearly ceased to be a cub and a pup.

They were almost a dog and a bear.
Miki's angular legs were getting their shape; his chest had filled out; his neck had grown until it no longer seemed too small for his big head and jaws, and his body had increased in girth and length until he was twice as big as most ordinary dogs of his age.
Neewa had lost his round, ball-like cubbishness, though he still betrayed far more than Miki the fact that he was not many months lost from his mother.

But he was no longer filled with that wholesome love of peace that had filled his earlier cubhood.