TEBAH-GONE-GAWIN (the One Great Law) was impinging itself upon him, the implacable law of the survival of the fittest.

To live was to fight--to kill; to beat everything that had feet or wings.

The earth and the air held menace for him.

Nowhere, since he had lost Challoner, had he found friendship except in the heart of Neewa, the motherless cub.

And he turned toward Neewa now, growling at a gay-plumaged moose-bird that was hovering about for a morsel of meat.
A few minutes before, Neewa had weighed a dozen pounds; now he weighed fourteen or fifteen.