And so as Muskwa continued to bask and dream in the sunshine, there was a growing content in Thor.
He looked down into the valley, shimmering in the wet of the night's rain, and he saw nothing to rouse discontent; he sniffed the air, and it was filled with the unpolluted sweetness of growing grass, of flowers, and balsam, and water fresh from the clouds.
Thor began to lick his wound, and it was this movement that roused Muskwa.
The cub lifted his head.

He blinked at the sun for a moment--then rubbed his face sleepily with his tiny paw and stood up.

Like all youngsters, he was ready for another day, in spite of the hardships and toil of the preceding one.
While Thor still lay restfully looking down into the valley, Muskwa began investigating the crevices in the rock wall, and tumbled about among the boulders on the ledge.
From the valley Thor turned his eyes to the cub.

There was curiosity in his attitude as he watched Muskwa's antics and queer tumblings among the rocks.
Then he rose cumbrously and shook himself.
For at least five minutes he stood looking down into the valley, and sniffing the wind, as motionless as though carven out of rock.

And Muskwa, perking up his little ears, came and stood beside him, his sharp little eyes peering from Thor off into sunlit space, and then back to Thor again, as if wondering what was about to happen next.
The big grizzly answered the question.