The she-wolf flirted her head like the snap of a whip, breaking the weasel's hold and flinging it high in the air.

And, still in the air, the she-wolf's jaws closed on the lean, yellow body, and the weasel knew death between the crunching teeth.
The cub experienced another access of affection on the part of his mother.

Her joy at finding him seemed even greater than his joy at being found.

She nozzled him and caressed him and licked the cuts made in him by the weasel's teeth.

Then, between them, mother and cub, they ate the blood-drinker, and after that went back to the cave and slept..