That night, for the first time, Miki could not sleep with him.
The seventh day brought the climax.

Ahtik now fairly smelled to heaven.
The odour of him drifted up and away on the soft June wind until all the crows in the country were gathering.

It drove Miki, slinking like a whipped cur, down into the creek bottom.

When Neewa came down for a drink after his morning feast Miki sniffed him over for a moment and then slunk away from him again.

As a matter of fact, there was small difference between Ahtik and Neewa now, except that one lay still and the other moved.