He decided upon the Singing One.

She was the granddaughter of old Marrow-Bone, and the daughter of the Hairless One.
She was a young thing, greatly given to singing at the mouth of her cave in the twilight, and she had but recently mated with Crooked-Leg.

He was a quiet individual, molesting no one and not given to bickering with his fellows.

He was no fighter anyway.

He was small and lean, and not so active on his legs as the rest of us.
Red-Eye never committed a more outrageous deed.