"About a hundred miles or so," said Wak Wak, for that was the cub's name.
"Goodness," said Sweetclover, "how are we ever going to walk so far in this dreadful cold."
"If you'll come to my cubby hole," said Wak Wak, "we can sit down and talk it over. It's not far." So they came to his cubby hole, they went inside and it was nice and warm and comfortable.
"You must stay the night with me," he said.
So he covered them over with some pieces of fur and they all went to sleep.
But, in the middle of the night, they were awakened by loud yelping, and running to the doorway of the hole they saw thousands and thousands of what looked like little lanterns dancing on the ice.
"What are all these lights for?" said Kernel Cob.
"Those aren't lights," said the Cub, "those are eyes."
"Who's eyes?" asked Sweetclover.
"Wolves' eyes," said the Cub.