The mother and the calf had disappeared when he turned to Wabigoon.
"I'm glad you told me that, Wabi," he said.

"You are teaching me new things about this big wilderness every day.

I've shot one moose.

I won't shoot another unless we need him." They went back to their old camp, and by the time Mukoki returned with his second load everything was in shape for the night, and a supper of delicious bear steaks, coffee and "hot-stone biscuits," as Rod called their baked combination of flour, water and salt, was soon ready.
After their meal the three sat for a long time near the fire, for there was still a slight chill in the night air, and talked mostly about Wolf and his adventures.

Rod, in his distant home in civilization had read and heard much that was false about wild animals, was confident that Wolf would find they had returned into the wilderness and would join them again, and to corroborate his belief he narrated several stories of similar happenings.