He struck the wolf.

At the foot of the bank there are red stains where several drops of blood fell.

The wolf was full of mortification, pain and anger, when he ran away.

He would never have been so bold and venturesome, if his hunger had not made him forget his prudence.

He was as hungry as you are this minute, Red Coat." "I suppose you are giving me preliminary practice in torture, Tayoga.
Well, go on with it, old fellow.