It was a new sound to Oohoomisew and his blood-thirsty brethren watching the struggle from out of the gloom.

The snapping beaks drifted farther away, and Oohoomisew, with a sudden sweep of wings, vaulted into the air.
With his big forefeet planted firmly and his snarling face turned up to the black wall of the tree-tops Miki continued to bark and howl defiantly.

He wanted the bird to come back.

He wanted to tear and rip at its feathers, and as he sent out his frantic challenge Neewa rolled over, got on his feet, and with a warning squeal to Miki once more set off in flight.

If Miki was ignorant in the matter, HE at least understood the situation.