His desire leapt out to Oochak.

He whined softly as he advanced.

He would make friends.
Even with Oochak, his old enemy, he would lie down in peace and happiness, so great was the gnawing emptiness in his heart.
Oochak made no response, nor did he move, but sat furred up like a huge soft ball, watching Miki as he crept nearer on his belly.

Something of the old puppishness came back into the dog.

He wriggled and thumped his tail, and as he whined again he seemed to say.
"Let's forget the old trouble, Oochak.