At the outset he had accepted Neewa as a friend and a comrade--and Neewa had thanklessly given him a good mauling for his trouble.

That much Miki could forgive and forget.

What he could not forgive was the utter lack of regard which Neewa seemed to possess for him.

His playful antics had gained no recognition from the cub.

When he had barked and hopped about, flattening and contorting himself in warm invitation for him to join in a game of tag or a wrestling match, Neewa had simply stared at him like an idiot.