As soon as he was back at camp, Little Eagle built another fire. He spitted the squirrel on a stick and roasted it over the coals. When the squirrel was cooked, Little Eagle carried it to Angry Wolf. Angry Wolf took it, but he didn’t have strength enough to tear it apart. He handed it back to Little Eagle. Little Eagle twisted off a chunk which he handed to his friend. Angry Wolf accepted the piece of meat, but he didn’t start to eat. Little Eagle looked at him questioningly.
“I eat when you eat,” Angry Wolf told him.
Little Eagle took a piece of the meat for himself. Both of them ate until the meat was gone.
“Now tell me how I came here,” Angry Wolf ordered.
As briefly as possible, Little Eagle told him all that had happened since Angry Wolf had been knocked from the horse. As he finished his account, Little Eagle looked toward Angry Wolf. The other boy’s eyes were closed and he seemed to be asleep. Little Eagle picked up his bow and arrow and got to his feet.
“Where are you going?” Angry Wolf asked, opening his eyes.
“We need more meat,” Little Eagle explained. “I’m going to try to get a deer.”
“Let it go until tomorrow,” Angry Wolf answered. “You have done everything. You need a rest. Tomorrow I’ll be strong enough to do my share. Let the hunting go until then.”
Little Eagle tried to hide the doubt he felt when he looked toward his friend.
“We are in much-fought-over land,” he pointed out. “Tomorrow some of our enemies may come here. Then we would have no chance to hunt.”