Baxter got up still surprised about what had happened. "I wonder why did it do that?" He said a little confused. He looked at one of his front legs. "My leg hurts Rusty." He told Rusty. He looked back up. "Oh look! The Caribou wants to play! It's coming over to us with those sticks on his head close to the ground!"
Rusty wined loudly, "I don't think so, Baxter!" After seeing it toss Baxter he didn't want to meet the caribou's head-sticks himself.
"But it is." Baxter replied not knowing that the Caribou was coming towards them to hurt them.
Rusty for once actually obeyed, immediately he stumbled away as quickly as he could manage.
Baxter didn't want to run, but he recognized the voice of his father. He feared that he was in trouble, so he followed Rusty. "Wait for me!" He called to his friend.
Rusty didn't stop for Baxter until Alexander and the caribou were almost completely out of sight.
"Wait!" Baxter called. Finally he caught up to Rusty when he had stopped. "Why didn't you stop?" He whinned. He starting licking his hurting leg. It hurt more after running with it.
"I was just trying to get away from the big scary thing." Rusty told Baxter honestly. He had never experienced actual injury and didn't understand that his friend was in pain. "Do you think that the big wolf will tell us where camp is?" Rusty eyed the direction they had come, not wanting to go back over there but desperate to get home. By now he was quite exhausted.
"Oh." Baxter replied. He looked back at where they had ran away from. "I hope not." He said quietly. "I hope he doesn't find me." Baxter limped over to a bush and tried hiding inside it. "If he comes, please don't tell him where I am." Baxter whispered.
Despite his confusion of not knowing that Alexander was Baxter's father, Rusty decided to follow his friend's lead. "Okay, okay." He whispered, "let me in, too."
