Where had my grandson gone? I had searched for him everywhere. While I was searching, I entered Mink’s cottage, because I wanted to buy some sea urchins’ eggs. When I went inside, I saw the wolf skin which I guessed at once was the skin of my grandson.
“I knew he was dead – I knew it! I knew it!” I cried, weeping bitterly. Then Mink told me rudely that if I wanted to make so much racket, I had better go do it outside. So, half-blinded by my tears, I went home and flung myself down before the fire. My old husband was there with his friends and he asked me why I was weeping. I told him that Mink had killed our grandson. The wolves promised to avenge him, but it took them a long time to decide how, as one wolf proposed this and another proposed that. They finally agreed that they would try to trap Mink by inviting him to a party. I won’t say I was enthused about the plan. The old wolves were likely to forget what they were doing once the party got started.