"Ah! you've come back, Brother," said the Bull, as A'tim crept complacently to his side. "I was afraid something might have happened to you, for hunger often carries us into unknown danger."
"E-u-h-h! but it was a mighty Kill, Shag. Such flesh I've never tasted—never—tasted—" He was asleep.
"I wonder what makes the moon red," muttered Shag, drowsily, as he, too, nodded off to sleep.
Then again the two Outcasts, the one for whom the blood horror had colored the moon red, and the other with a new joy of meat fullness, slumbered together in the little coulee by the Buffalo Pound.
Shag was the first to awaken; the night's banquet caused the morning to come slowly to A'tim.