For he knew that there, floating in the blue above him, was meat, the meat his stomach yearned after so insistently.

But the hawk refused to come down and give battle, and the cub crawled away into a thicket and whimpered his disappointment and hunger.
The famine broke.

The she-wolf brought home meat.

It was strange meat, different from any she had ever brought before.

It was a lynx kitten, partly grown, like the cub, but not so large.