He turned along the rock shelf and began descending into the valley.

Muskwa tagged behind, just as he had followed the day before.

The cub felt twice as big and fully twice as strong as yesterday, and he no longer was obsessed by that uncomfortable yearning for his mother's milk.

Thor had graduated him quickly, and he was a meat-eater.

And he knew they were returning to where they had feasted last night.
They had descended half the distance of the slope when the wind brought something to Thor.