Miki was at him so fiercely that he did not return a third time.

By noon the crows had got scent or sight of the carcass and were circling overhead, waiting for Neewa and Miki to disappear.

Later, they set up a raucous protest from the tops of the trees in the edge of the forest.
That night the wolves did not return to the dip.

Meat was too plentiful, and those that were over their gorge were off on a fresh kill far to the west.

Once or twice Neewa and Miki heard their distant cry.
Again through a star-filled radiant night they watched and listened, and slept at times.