So the wily fox made himself an outfit² of wolf's clothing: a grey fur cloak, boots and cap. Then, when the she-dog's brothers were away and she was at home with her younger sister, he called upon her.

"I have two herds³ of fat reindeer⁴," said the fox to the elder sister, as he sipped⁵ the bilberry tea she offered him. "I have come to seek your hand."

Thinking that this was, indeed, Ankakumikaityn the nomad wolf, the she-dog treated him to reindeer meat, hot mare's-blood sausages, raw walrus⁶ liver and pickled fish, the very choicest pieces. All the while, the fox sat in his cap, unwilling⁷ to take it off lest he be recognized.

"Being a wealthy person," he explained, "I keep my cap on that people might respect me."

All of a sudden, the sound of dogs barking could be heard from afar.

"It is my brothers returning from hunting," the she-dog said.

"Oh dear," exclaimed the fox, "they will likely scare my herds. I must run to caution them."

Once away from the tent, the fox quickly dashed up the nearby hill and loosened some rocks. When the dog brothers came in sight, he pushed the boulders⁸ down the hillside and crushed them all. Thereupon, he returned to the tent and finished his tea, charming the sisters with his oily-tongued tales. As dusk fell and the sisters were busy about their housework, he made off with all their food supplies.

Early next morning, the sisters became most alarmed on discovering their supplies gone and their brothers still absent. As they searched the valley and found their poor brothers dead, they wept in despair.

"Who could have done us such harm?" they wailed⁹.

In their sorrow, they decided¹⁰ to go to Ankakumikaityn to seek his counsel. The nomad wolf was puzzled.

"But I never came to you yesterday!" he exclaimed.

It was not long before the sisters realized they had been tricked by the fox. With the wolf's help, they worked out a plan to get their revenge.

Next day, the fox, unaware¹¹ that he had been discovered called on the sisters again dressed as Ankakumikaityn. But this time they were expecting him. While the fox drank bilberry tea and exchanged pleasantries, the nomad wolf stealthily entered the tent, grabbed the treacherous¹² fox and tied him up.

"What shall we do with the scoundrel?" asked the wolf.

"Let's put him in a sack and leave him in the tundra¹³," suggested the two sisters.

That they did. The poor fox almost fainted from fright, wondering what his fate would be. At last, he was set down with a bump; the younger sister collected a heap of dry grass and brushwood for a fire, piled it round the sack, surrounded the tinder with stones and then lit the fire.

Poor fox. He at last burst out of the burning sack, his wolf's clothing aflame, and rushed headlong over the tundra like a burning torch.

Satisfied at their revenge, the dog sisters and the wolf returned to the tent. Ankakumikaityn wed¹⁴ the elder sister, and the younger dog looked after their children. Some time later, she found herself a husband too.

Since that time red foxes began to appear in the tundra. So it seems that wily old fox, scorched¹⁵ and fiery¹⁶ red, managed to survive his roasting after all.