Lightning lay still, the life smashed out of him.

A little beyond him lay the bodies of two other wolves that in their wild rush had swept over the cliff.
Miki looked up.

Between him and the stars he could see the top of the cliff, a vast distance above him.

One after the other he smelled at the bodies of the three dead wolves.

Then he limped slowly along the base of the cliff until he came to a fissure between two huge rocks.