He saw the marks of the fight and the tracks of the bear, and understood the story in part.
But he took it for granted that the bear, after killing the mother, had completed the job by carrying off the calf.

The tracks of the moose he paid no attention to, never dreaming that they concerned him in the least.

But the bear he followed, vowing vengeance, till he lost the trail in the gathering dusk, and had to turn home in a rage, consoling himself with plans for bear traps.
"In her home by the lake, caressed and tenderly cared for by her tall new mother, the calf quickly forgot her real mother's fate.

She forgot about the whole affair except for one thing.

She remembered to be terribly afraid of bears--and that fear is indeed the beginning of wisdom, as far as all the children of the wild are concerned.