Half a minute of that and Neewa's face would be torn into pieces.
It was the fact that Neewa made no sound, that no cry came from him, that brought Miki to his feet with his lips drawn back and a snarl in his throat.

All at once fear went out of him and in its place came a wild and almost joyous exultation.

He recognized their enemy--A BIRD.
To him birds were a prey, and not a menace.

A dozen times in their journey down from the Upper Country Challoner had shot big Canada geese and huge-winged cranes.

Miki had eaten their flesh.