Edison Marshall,
The Savage Breast
(1923)
“ Nenook had shared his mother's den through the arctic night just gone; and now the savage old seal-slayer herself came leaping as if from the empty air. She had been lying in the rough ice within fifty feet of Nenook, her two younger cubs beside her, and the three, through their protective coloration, had entirely escaped the gaze of the two hunters. This was no half-grown four-year-old to lay low with a deer-arrow—she who came leaping across the intervening distance like a white demon to her son's defense. ”
