Makoos had given her a fine pummeling.
She lay down, gave a final groan, and looked at Neewa, as if to say: "If you hadn't gone off on some deviltry and upset that old viper's temper this wouldn't have happened.

And now--look at ME!" A young bear would have rallied quickly from the effects of the battle, but Noozak lay without moving all the rest of that afternoon, and the night that followed.

And that night was by all odds the finest that Neewa had ever seen.

Now that the nights were warm, he had come to love the moon even more than the sun, for by birth and instinct he was more a prowler in darkness than a hunter of the day.

The moon rose out of the east in a glory of golden fire.