But the flame of self-preservation was hot in Neewa's head; he was still dazed by the thunderous beat of wings; his sides burned where Oohoomisew's talons had scarred his flesh; so, when he saw in his path a tangled windfall of tree trunks he dived into the security of it so swiftly that for a moment or two Miki wondered where he had gone.
Crawling into the windfall after him Miki turned and poked out his head.

He was not satisfied.

His lips were still drawn back, and he continued to growl.

He had beaten his enemy.

He had knocked it over fairly, and had filled his jaws with its feathers.