Then he discovered his mistake and tried to placate her.
But she proceeded to punish him roundly, until he gave over all attempts at placation, and whirled in a circle, his head away from her, his shoulders receiving the punishment of her teeth.
In the meantime the rabbit danced above them in the air.

The she-wolf sat down in the snow, and old One Eye, now more in fear of his mate than of the mysterious sapling, again sprang for the rabbit.

As he sank back with it between his teeth, he kept his eye on the sapling.

As before, it followed him back to earth.

He crouched down under the impending blow, his hair bristling, but his teeth still keeping tight hold of the rabbit.
But the blow did not fall.