Little Eagle awoke as the first, faint streaks of dawn were lighting up the eastern sky. He sat up, trying to decide what sound had wakened him. He glanced toward the other pile of leaves and saw Angry Wolf struggling to sit up. Angry Wolf managed to raise his head, but immediately let it sink back upon the leaves.
“Where am I?” Angry Wolf asked weakly when Little Eagle bent over him.
“We’re camping by ourselves,” Little Eagle answered.
“Where are—” Angry Wolf began but stopped when Little Eagle raised his finger to his lips in the signal for silence.
“You have been badly wounded,” Little Eagle explained. “When you have eaten, I’ll tell you about it.”
Little Eagle held one of the water bags to Angry Wolf’s lips so that he could drink.
“I’ll get meat for our breakfast,” Little Eagle told him.
Little Eagle saw that the chill morning air was making Angry Wolf uncomfortable, but he was afraid to build a fire until he had scouted around their camping place. He tied the one empty water bag to his belt, took his bow and arrows, and started off.
Little Eagle didn’t go directly to the stream. Instead, he circled the camp to look for signs of enemies. Not until he had completed the circle did he start toward the creek. On the way, he stopped often to look and listen. By the time he reached the stream, he was sure that there were no enemies near.
He studied the place where deer came down to drink. There were signs that deer had been there a short time before. It wasn’t likely that others would use the same watering place soon, so Little Eagle shot another squirrel. He cleaned and dressed it at the stream.