He could see one pink cheek of baby Joan.

The eyes of Joan, the mother, were like stars.
"It was the baby who saved us," she whispered.

"The dogs were being torn to pieces by the wolves, and I saw them leaping upon you, when one of them sprang to the sledge.

At first I thought it was one of the dogs.
But it was a wolf.

He tore once at us, and the bearskin saved us.