Soaring Hawk strode purposefully toward his destination. As he did, he felt an excitement growing within him, a tension building in his loins. He was determined to find a path for himself to his future place in the tribe.
Walking down the familiar corridor between the lodges of his people, the home of Lean Bear came into view. There before it, with his back to Soaring Hawk, was the man he had come to see, stretching to hang skins to dry on the rack next to his lodge. The sight of his muscular back increased Soaring Hawk’s excitement.
He walked, without hesitation, up behind him. “Lean Bear.”
Lean Bear turned around and broke into a broad smile.
“Soaring Hawk,” he greeted the young brave. “It is good to see you.”
Soaring Hawk watched as Lean Bear’s gaze swept up and down his body. He f
