Close to the fire Metoosin was kneeling, and from the big black skittle he was holding over the coals came the hissing and sputtering of fat caribou steaks, and about the pleasantest smell that had ever come Muskwa's way.

The air all about him was heavy with the aroma of good things.
When Langdon had finished drying his face he opened a can of something.

It was sweetened condensed milk.

He poured the white fluid into a basin, and came with it toward Muskwa.

The cub had unsuccessfully attempted flight on the ground until his neck was sore; now he climbed the tree.