Carter doesn't see it. He's managed to pull his horse away from nibbling on a tuft of grass and is trying to pull himself up into his saddle. Big cloak, sword, and a horse that is wanting to go around in circles is preventing anything from happening.

Hopping about with one foot up he's muttering to himself in Arabic with English thrown in every once and a while. Totally unsuspecting of adorable small pinkish-purpleish blobs coming his way. Pre-occupied Carter is pre-occupied.