He had never seen the world as it looked to him now.

The wolves had overtaken the caribou on a scarp on the high ground that thrust itself out like a short fat thumb from the black and owl-infested forest, and the carcass lay in a meadowy dip that overhung the plain.
From the edge of this dip Miki could look down--and so far away that the wonder of what he saw dissolved itself at last into the shimmer of the sun and the blue of the sky.

Within his vision lay a paradise of marvellous promise; wide stretches of soft, green meadow; clumps of timber, park-like until they merged into the deeper forest that began with the farther ridge; great patches of bush radiant with the colouring of June; here and there the gleam of water, and half a mile away a lake that was like a giant mirror set in a purplish-green frame of balsam and spruce.
Into these things Maheegun, the she-wolf, had gone.

He wondered whether she would come back.

He sniffed the air for her.