The sister and the little brother lived together in the wigwam until the wild geese had come and gone three times from the lake in the forest. They saw no one but the wild deer and the other animals. They planted their corn and tried to be happy; but the girl grew very lonely, and one day when she saw another wigwam across the lake she felt like the young wolf they had tied to a tree near the wigwam.
“Come, let us go and see who is across the lake,” she said to the little one.
“I cannot walk so far; you have not made me new moccasins. I am hungry; give me more meat,” was his answer.
“You shall have much meat,” said the girl, but she was very angry. She killed the pet wolf when the boy did not see, and made a great kettle of soup from its flesh and the water in the lake. She put her own moccasins and her new suit on the buffalo robe which was their bed, and while the little brother was playing at hunting she ran away to the wigwam they had seen.
“You are welcome,” said the old squaw who came out to meet her. “Where are your people?”
“They are all dead,” said the girl. [[121]]
The squaw gave her a good supper and said, “You may live with me.”
The little brother cried when he could not find his sister, and went to look for his pet wolf. He called to it in the wolf language but got no answer. The little one ate his soup, and putting on his sister’s moccasins lay down on the buffalo robe and went to sleep. He hunted all day after he awoke in the morning, but could not find his sister.
“I will ask the wolves,” he said, as he heard a pack growling in the forest.
He called to them in the wolf language and asked if they had seen his sister or his little pet wolf.