Soaring Hawk paced impatiently back and forth along the path just outside the village. He had asked Wind Flower to meet him. Was she late, or was he early, he wondered?
Despite his misgivings, he had decided to defer to the wisdom of the shaman. Perhaps he had not fully understood what the hawk was telling him. After all, he was hungry, thirsty, and feeling strange from eating the leaves given him by Rides the Wind. So, here he was, waiting to see Wind Flower, hoping to gain some clarity as to what path his life would take. Finally, after several more minutes had passed, he heard a rustle in the bushes. He turned just as his intended bride came around a bend in the path. He smiled as she walked toward him, trying to take in her beauty; waiting to see how he would respond.
She was, indeed
