Not until the last bone of it was gone did Miki's feast end.

He even devoured the head.
Then he went on to the windfall, and in his warm nest slept until another day.
That day Jacques Le Beau--whom the Indians called "Muchet-ta-aao" (the One with an Evil Heart)--went over his trapline and rebuilt his snow-smothered "houses" and re-set his traps.
It was in the afternoon that Miki, who was hunting, struck his trail in a swamp several miles from the windfall.

No longer was his soul stirred by the wild yearning for a master.

He sniffed, suspiciously, of Le Beau's snowshoe tracks and the crest along his spine trembled as he caught the wind, and listened.

He followed cautiously, and a hundred yards farther on came to one of Le Beau's KEKEKS or trap-shelters.