“She will not die,” he said. Then with his hands before his face, he descended further. And for a very long time he stood peering between his fingers and observing the actions of the fire. Suddenly he cried aloud for joy and turning bounded up the hill to where his mother sat with Dawn in her arms.
“It does not eat the stones,” he cried, “nor the earth—I have watched a long time and it has not come forward by the breadth of my arm. It springs only upon trees and bushes and things which grow.”
“Then we are safe here!” said She Wolf.
“We are safe, and warm,” said Sunrise, and he felt of Dawn.
“Dawn!” He said, “Dawn!”
She opened her eyes and smiled upon him.
“Are you warm now?” he said. “Are you warm?”
“I am warm,” she said, “but very weary and it may be hungry.”
“Sleep, then,” he said, “for there is no food, and in the morning there will be a hunt.”