There was very little talking at the Rock. The cubs tumbled over one another in the center of the circle, where their mothers and fathers sat. Sometime a mother would push her cub far out into the moonlight to be sure it was seen.
At last, Father Wolf pushed Mowgli the Frog into the center. Akela never raised his head from his paws. A muffled voice from behind the rocks called out, “The cub is mine. Give him to me!”