"I'm no Wolf, Scavenger!" retorted A'tim. "I'm a Dog; I'll crack your——"
"Perhaps, perhaps," retorted the Cow-Bird.
"Perhaps what?" snarled A'tim.
"Perhaps you're a Dog, and perhaps you will crack my—neck, you were going to say. Are you leading the Bull to your Wolf Pack, perhaps—Dog?"
"Never mind, Comrades," interrupted Shag. "We are glad of your company, little Cow-Bird—are we not, A'tim?"
"Yes," answered the Dog-Wolf, licking his chops, and looking treacherously from the corner of his slit eyes at the Bird.
"Where are you going, Great Bull?" asked the Cow-Bird, spreading his deep-brown wings mockingly, as though he would fly down on the Dog-Wolf's head.
"To the Northland."
