His heart was pounding. He was afraid the wolves would hear it beating through his chest. He estimated they were no more than six feet away. Something told him the male was on his right, and a female was on his left, both were panting. The fog was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
Slowly they began moving in front of him, then away from him, he could make out their shapes. He began to breathe again. A breeze came in from the west, and started to move the fog slightly, just in time for him to see the backs of the wolves, heading down a trail. He went from crouching to kneeling on one knee, grateful. Then it hit him – something his Grandfather Lone Horse had said about wolves. They don’t make noise until the last part of the hunt, running after the prey.
But he had heard them! First there was the howling, then rustling through the bushes, then breathing so close he could hear that too. That was not supposed to happen. Then he also realized they could have attacked him and didn’t!
The wind picked up from the west, and he began to see better. A howl came from about 50 feet in front of him. Gradually he could see the two of them on the next ridge. He stood up to get a better look. They were staring at him. He knew they would not harm him. He did not know how he knew, but he knew.
Then he realized he was not out here to only have his father and mother proud of him, he was also out here to impress Song Bird. He had almost died of heart break when she was attacked by the bear. Hawk in the Sky was the hero that day, and everyone looked up to him now. He was trying to be a hero too. He knew that now, and hung his head in sorrow.
His mind was with flooded with thoughts. Was the Creator speaking to him?, he did not know. He and Song Bird were very good friends. No matter where they were in the village they seem to find each other, and they would talk, talk about almost everything. He wanted to show her he would be a good provider, that’s why he was here. His eyes were closed now. The people knew about their friendship, yet they said nothing. Their smiles said they approved.
She had told him once that she cried at night, from being afraid, and that she had bad dreams. He wanted to be the one that would hold her, and tell her that everything was alright. He wanted to gently touch her scars, and speak softly to her. He knew they were too young, but he would wait for her. He would wait for them both to grow up, but knew that he knew, they would be married when the time was right.
When he opened his eyes and looked up, the wolves were gone.
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