For two or three minutes Thor stood looking casually about, and this gave Muskwa time to come up and perch himself beside him, expecting another fight.
As though Thor was a thousand miles or so from her thoughts, Iskwao turned over a flat rock and began hunting for grubs and ants, and not to be outdone in this stoic unconcern Thor pulled up a bunch of grass and swallowed it.

Iskwao moved a step or two, and Thor moved a step or two, and as if purely by accident their steps were toward each other.
Muskwa was puzzled.

The older cub was puzzled.

They sat on their haunches like two dogs, one three times as big as the other, and wondered what was going to happen.
It took Thor and Iskwao five minutes to arrive within five feet of each other, and then very decorously they smelled noses.
The year-old cub joined the family circle.

He was of just the right age to have an exceedingly long name, for the Indians called him Pipoonaskoos-- "the yearling." He came boldly up to Thor and his mother.