Buck
'Come on Buck just one cut, that's all it is.'
"I'm afraid."
'It's better than poison. Poison would make you live in agony for days on end before death. Poison would hurt more than this.'
"I can't..."
'Just a little nick. That's it. A little bigger now. Come on. Perfect.'
Misty
"What have you done!"
I knew I should never have given Buck his knife back. He's lying on the floor a river of blood matting his fur. I think he's still alive but he's lost a lot of blood. I'd better find something to wrap his cuts in. Once I've done that I go to the lake to get a bowl of water and wash his cuts. I'm crying as I clean him up. I re bandage the wounds. All I can do now is hope.