He tossed it close to where Muskwa was hidden behind his tree.
"A skin like velvet, and some meat for the dogs," he said.

"I shot it with my pistol." He sat down and began eating.

After a little Muskwa cautiously approached the carcass that lay doubled up three or four feet from him.

He smelled of it, and a curious thrill shot through him.

Then he whimpered softly as he muzzled the soft fur, still warm with life.