Two Wolves – The Hunter Returns

Blackfoot Camp

Microfiction

He did not get the scolding he thought he would. As soon as the search party found him they noticed the huge amount of food, loaded on to his horse. Any anger they had before, about trying find him, vanished. His father and two other men had gone looking for him after the fog had lifted.

He told them all about the fog, the wolves so close he could hear them panting, and how they did not attack him. His father Whirlwind, Spotted Bull, and Bear Dancer, listened in silence to the young man’s adventure, as they rode back towards the village.

He explained about his horse running away, and then returning after the wolves left. He and his horse went hunting like they had intended. They started out following the wolf’s tracks, which led them to a herd of elk. The young man was convinced that the wolves had led him to the herd, and he told his father this. The men did not disagree. They all mumbled that the food would be good for the families of the people, and they did not know that there were elk in the area. He also told them he had a new name, “Two Wolves”. He did not say anything about Song Bird, and that he knew they would marry someday. That was only for him to know.

Yes, it was a very good day, for a 14 year old. When he got back to the village and unloaded, Song Bird wandered over to him. He once again blurted out about the wolves. Her eyes got big as she listened. He also told her about the elk, and how he found them. He got closer to her and lowered his voice. “My new name is – ‘Two Wolves’. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her hands went to her face. She was speechless, but he knew the tears, were tears of joy. All this, because his old name had been “Bear”. She ran away quickly, but he knew that more healing was taking place today.

Note: If you are new to the blog, Song Bird had previously been attacked by a bear, and was severely injured. She and Two Wolves are very good friends.

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Two Wolves – Part I

Wolves

Microfiction

He wanted to make his father and mother proud. He left the village long before sunrise, with his favorite pony, the brown, with the white blanket on her back. The weather was strange, and she was skittish, so he walked with her, and led her with a rope. It was not only dark, but there was a thick fog. It was warm and cold, at the same time, and the air was wet. Both of them could hardly see. He knew the deer paths well though, so in a short time they were far from the village. He expected to get in trouble later for going hunting by himself, but after all, he was 14 years old now.

He heard a wolf howling in the distance, but thought nothing of it, he was probably calling to his mate. They walked further, into a valley he did not know. He took his bow off his back and decided to get ready in case he saw something. He was hoping for a large deer, or maybe even a woodlands buffalo. These buffalo traveled in much smaller herds than the ones on the plains.

There was that wolf howling again, off to his right, and closer now. Another howl came from his left, as if to answer. He could not see, but daylight was beginning, and he would feel much better, as soon as the sun was up. His pony stomped, and snorted. She was becoming more nervous by the moment. He stood there listening, as two more howls came, one from the left and one from the right. They were both closer. He crouched, trying not to show his pony that he too was nervous. He waited, crouching, and listening. An arrow slid into his bow.

The sun made its presence known, but now all they could see were shadows, in the thick fog. A twig snapped close to him, on the right. His pony panicked, pulled the rope out of his hand, and ran away in the direction they had come. Two more howls came from each side of him, and they were very close. He heard rustling in the bushes, and then on the right he heard the animal so close that he could hear it panting. Was that a shadow? He did not move but his bow was ready. He slowly, instinctively reached for his large hunting knife, to make sure it was still there.

He began to panic, and remembered something his Grandfather, Lone Horse had taught him. He sensed the earth. It was calm, and he became more relaxed.

To be continued in Part II

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