They went up a long green slide for a quarter of a mile, and luckily for Muskwa's legs this brought them to the smooth plainlike floor of a break which took them without much more effort out on the slopes of the other valley.

This was the valley in which Thor had killed the black bear twenty miles to the southward.
From the moment Thor looked out over the northern limits of his range a change took possession of him.

All at once he lost his eagerness to hurry.
For fifteen minutes he stood looking down into the valley, sniffing the air.

He descended slowly, and when he reached the green meadows and the creek-bottom he _mooshed_ along straight in the face of the wind, which was coming from the south and west.

It did not bring him the scent he wanted--the smell of his mate.