Wherever they moved they carried with them a fishy smell that grew older day by day, and the older it became the more delicious it was to Neewa and his mother.

And Neewa grew like a swelling pod.

In that week he gained three pounds.

He had given up nursing entirely now, for Noozak--being an old bear--had dried up to a point where she was hopelessly disappointing.
It was early in the evening of the eighth day that Neewa and his mother lay down in the edge of a grassy knoll to sleep after their day's feasting.

Noozak was by all odds the happiest old bear in all that part of the northland.