He was looking back at us, his writhing lips lifted clear of the very roots of his huge fangs, his hair bristling and his tail lashing.

He gave one last snarl and slid from view among the trees.
And then such a chattering as went up.

We swarmed out of our holes, examining the marks his claws had made on the crumbling rock of the bluff, all of us talking at once.

One of the two Folk who had been caught in the double cave was part-grown, half child and half youth.
They had come out proudly from their refuge, and we surrounded them in an admiring crowd.

Then the young fellow's mother broke through and fell upon him in a tremendous rage, boxing his ears, pulling his hair, and shrieking like a demon.