Forgotten, save once, when old One Eye stopped for a moment to lick his stiffening wounds.

Then it was that his lips half writhed into a snarl, and the hair of his neck and shoulders involuntarily bristled, while he half crouched for a spring, his claws spasmodically clutching into the snow-surface for firmer footing.

But it was all forgotten the next moment, as he sprang after the she-wolf, who was coyly leading him a chase through the woods.
After that they ran side by side, like good friends who have come to an understanding.

The days passed by, and they kept together, hunting their meat and killing and eating it in common.

After a time the she-wolf began to grow restless.