And there were a lot of human things about Neewa.

The louder his mother bawled the more distinctly he felt the shock of his world falling about him.

If Noozak had lost a part of her strength in her old age her voice, at least, was still unimpaired, and such a spasm of outcry as she emitted could have been heard at least half a mile away.
Neewa could stand no more.

Blind with rage, he darted in.

It was chance that closed his vicious little jaws on a toe that belonged to Makoos, and his teeth sank into the flesh like two rows of ivory needles.
Makoos gave a tug, but Neewa held on, and bit deeper.