Desperately she bounded across the stretch of pebbles and scrambled up the slope beyond, stopping to scrape the snow aside when she thought there must be soil underneath. Before she had dug far, she spotted a flicker of movement out of the corner of her eye. Looking up, she saw two black dots against the white background, and she realized that she was looking at an Arctic hare, almost invisible in its white pelt. “Is that you, Ujurak?” she called, heading toward it. I knew he would come and help me find leaves and roots. I hope they’re tasty! As Lusa drew closer, the hare leaped up and began to run. Where it had been sitting she found a hole in the snow, stretching right down to some grass. “Thanks, Ujurak!” Lusa exclaimed aloud, scrabbling to enlarge the hole. As she spoke, Toklo sprang past her, racing after the hare. Lusa watched, horror-stricken. “No, Toklo, stop!” she yelled. But it was too late. Toklo didn’t hear her. He caught up to the hare and swiped it with one massive paw.
