Disclaimer: I'm honestly not sure what to put here, so... Apart from Bailey/Broken Arrow, I do not own the characters. Um... other legal stuff... If anyone has a better way to phrase this part, please let me know so I can update it.

Suddenly, the wolf standing above her collapsed. She opened one eye and saw the white rabbit, sword in hand. The white rabbit had killed him, having retrieved his sword from the woods. “Thanks,” Bailey said, exhausted.

“Are you okay for a couple minutes?” the rabbit asked. Bailey noticed that he was wearing a black scarf, which she thought was odd.

“I’ll be fine, just a bit tired,” Bailey replied. She smiled to try to put him at ease, but it was more of a pained smile.

“Okay, I need to help Wilfred, and then I get him to look at your shoulder,” he said, running back towards the other rabbit.

That must be the other rabbit’s name, Bailey thought. Maybe he is Father’s brother or something. He did look a lot like Father. She could hear an exchange going on, but couldn’t quite understand anything.

A minute later, she heard a long, mournful howl. Smalls walked back over with the other rabbit. “How is your shoulder feeling?” Wilfred asked.

“It hurts pretty bad,” Bailey replied. Wilfred looked at her shoulder closer. When he moved her arm, she winced. After a minute, he wrapped it tightly to where she couldn’t move her arm. Then he helped her up and the three of them walked back over to the cave.

“Father!” Picket called, running out of the cave. Wilfred turned towards Picket.

“I’m not your father, lad,” he said gently. “I’m the next best thing.” He perked up. “I’m your uncle.”

“I’m Picket,” Picket said after a second, a tired smile on his face.

“I know your name, lad. I’m your Uncle Wilfred,” he said, winking.

Picket then turned and hugged Bailey. She winced, “Watch the shoulder.”

“Sorry, Bailey,” Picket replied, “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

Picket turned back around and ran into the cave, shouting “Heather!” Smalls followed him. Bailey would have followed as well, but she was bigger than Heather and knew she wouldn’t fit. Picket and the white rabbit had a short conversation about moving Heather, but that was all Bailey could tell.

“Wilfred,” the rabbit called from inside the cave.

Uncle Wilfred made the call of a whippoorwill, but it was a little fast. He then stuck his head inside the cave. Bailey stood next to him so she could hear. “That’s my call, Picket.” he said, “You’ll know it’s me if you hear it. I do it a little faster than is quite right.”

“There’s a stream in here, Wilfred,” the white rabbit continued. “Must be another entrance where the water comes out.”

“Right,” Uncle Wilfred replied.

“Where’s the stream, lad?” the white rabbit asked Picket.

“Past the seventh mound,” Picket replied, annoyance in his voice.

The white rabbit nodded and Uncle Wilfred said, “See you soon.” Uncle Wilfred and Bailey turned to walk towards the seventh mound.

“Uncle Wilfred,” Bailey said, then paused. “Is it okay if I call you that?”

“That’s okay,” Uncle Wilfred replied. “What can I call you?”

“My name’s Broken Arrow,” Bailey answered, “but my family calls me Bailey.”

Uncle Wilfred knit his eyebrows. “Did you live with Picket and Heather?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she replied, “they took me in when I was little. I had been wandering around and went to take some carrots and then Father saw me. When he realized I was hungry, he brought me in for dinner, and I never left.”

“Whittle raising a wolf,” Uncle Wilfred said, shaking his head, “Who would have thought?”

“Uncle Wilfred?” she asked.

“Yes?” he replied.

“Who’s the white rabbit?” she asked.

“His name is Smalls,” he replied.

“Is that a nickname, or did his parents think he was going to be short?” Bailey asked, chuckling.

“Nickname,” Uncle Wilfred replied, shaking his head. “Imagine someone’s parents calling their child Smalls, and then they end up being the tallest.”

“That would be funny,” she agreed. They were almost past the seventh mound.

“Here’s the stream,” Uncle Wilfred said once it came into view. He used his call.

A couple of seconds later, they could hear someone call, “Uncle!”

“Picket?” Wilfred said, climbing up the wall. “Is Smalls all right?”

“He’s injured, knocked out,” Picket replied. “We’ve got to get out of here.”

“You have to protect him until I can get inside,” Uncle Wilfred shouted, “Don’t let anything…”

Picket cut him off. “Uncle Wilfred, they’re coming! We have no time!”

Panic flooded Uncle Wilfred’s face. He drove his shoulder into the wall. “Smalls!” he shouted. The wall shook a little, but it held. Bailey joined in, trying to tear rocks out of the wall.

“Save your strength!” Picket called to Uncle Wilfred. “Wait here.” Uncle Wilfred paused, worry written on his face. A few seconds later, a chain came through the hole.

“Picket!” Uncle Wilfred shouted, “what is this?”

“It’s an anchor,” Picket called. “Pull with all your strength.”

Uncle Wilfred turned and ran, twisting the chain around him as he went. Bailey grabbed on it as well and started running as well. The anchor hit the wall and did nothing. Uncle Wilfred and Bailey fell backwards hard. “Oof!” she exclaimed, grimacing from the pain that suddenly shot through her shoulder.

“Come on,” Uncle Wilfred called to her. “We need to try again.”

Bailey got up and pulled again. The anchor hit the wall again, and broke through! “Yes!” she exclaimed.

Suddenly, the stream wasn’t so little anymore. The water flew out of the seventh mound. Uncle Wilfred unwound the anchor chain from around him and grabbed onto the edge of the boat. Bailey also grabbed the boat. Heather and Picket helped pull them in, almost capsizing the boat in the process.

“Adventure!” Uncle Wilfred exclaimed, shaking his fist at the receding monsters. Bailey laughed, glad to be out of danger. Redeye and his wolves rounded the corner of the seventh mound just in time to see them fade into the distance. They howled, first one, then eventually all of them joined in. It was disturbing.

They rode for a few minutes in silence. Bailey closed her eyes, hoping to get some sleep. “I think we’re safe, for now,” Uncle Wilfred said. It was the last thing Bailey heard before she slipped into a deep sleep, exhausted from the day.

Hope you like it! I'll probably skip ahead to have Bailey waking up when Heather screamed as they were coming up on Decker's Landing. It will be easier than typing that entire conversation. As always, any feedback would be great!