It ran a few steps, then swung around, and I felt certain that it was going to avenge the death of its comrade.

The camera brigade rushed forward, clapping their hands to scare it away, as there was no desire to kill both of the animals.

But it refused to go.

It would sometimes run a few steps, then it would turn and come toward us.

It was evidently in a fighting mood, with no intention of deserting the field of action.