They dare linger no later than this, for the dreadful darkness is approaching, in which the world is given over to the carnage of the hunting animals, while the fore-runners of man hide tremblingly in their holes.
There yet remain to us a few minutes before we climb to our caves.

We are tired from the play of the day, and the sounds we make are subdued.
Even the cubs, still greedy for fun and antics, play with restraint.

The wind from the sea has died down, and the shadows are lengthening with the last of the sun's descent.

And then, suddenly, from Red-Eye's cave, breaks a wild screaming and the sound of blows.

He is beating his wife.
At first an awed silence comes upon us.