As he spoke he glared at her as a lion might glare at thought of being defeated by a cub.
But there were other forces at work in the cub, the greatest of which was growth.
Midway in the passage, the current picked up the cub and swept him downstream.
The cub experienced another access of affection on the part of his mother.
The cub, who had thus received a name in the world, lay and watched.
It was a lynx kitten, partly grown, like the cub, but not so large.
The heritage was too compelling for a wolf that was only a cub.
The other Indians laughed loudly, and urged the man on to pick up the cub.
She had heard the cry of her cub and was dashing to save him.
But to the cub the spectacle of her protective rage was pleasing.