Neewa's yearning for his mother had grown less and less insistent, and Miki's lost master counted for nothing now, as things were going with him.

Last night was the big, vivid thing in their memories--their fight for life with the monster owls, their flight, the killing of the young caribou bull by the wolves, and (with Miki) the short, bitter experience with Maheegun, the renegade she-wolf.

His shoulder burned where she had torn at him with her teeth.

But this did not lessen his appetite.

Growling as he ate, he filled himself until he could hold no more.
Then he sat back on his haunches and looked in the direction Maheegun had taken.
It was eastward, toward Hudson Bay, over a great plain that lay between two ridges that were like forest walls, yellow and gold in the morning sun.