His body was as slim and as lean as a wolf's.

His chest was massive, and over it the muscles rolled like BABICHE cord when he moved.

His legs were like the legs of Hela, the big Mackenzie hound who was his father; and with his jaws he could crack a caribou bone as Le Beau might have cracked it with a stone.

For eight of the eleven months of his life the wilderness had been his master; it had tempered him to the hardness of living steel; it had wrought him without abeyance to age in the mould of its pitiless schooling--had taught him to fight for his life, to kill that he might live, and to use his brain before he used his jaws.

He was as powerful as Netah, The Killer, who was twice his age, and with his strength he possessed a cunning and a quickness which The Killer would never know.
Thus had the raw wilderness prepared him for this day.
As the sun fired up the forest with a cold flame Miki set off in direction of Le Beau's trapline.