The blood of the giant hunter that was his father rose in him again like fire.

The carcass was his meat, and he was ready to fight for it.

Besides, had he not whipped the big owl in the forest?
But here there were two.

The fact held him flattened on his belly a moment or two longer, and in that brief space the unexpected happened.
Slinking up out of the low growth of bush at the far edge of the dip lie saw Maheegun, the renegade she-wolf.

Hollow-backed, red-eyed, her bushy tail hanging with the sneaky droop of the murderess, she advanced over the bit of open, a gray and vengeful shadow.