“Soaring Hawk? Are you listening to us?” Cunning Fox asked when his friend did not respond. “I asked if you were ready to marry Wind Flower.”
Shaken from his reverie, he said, “You’re right. I need to move forward with my life,” avoiding the question of marriage.
The conversation moved to other things as they continued their walk back to the village. Soaring Hawk knew he must take responsibility for his future. He was the son of a chief. One day he would be chief. He had to do what was right for the people. He would seek the council of Rides the Wind.
* * * *
Soaring Hawk sat once more inside the lodge of the old shaman. He had not been here since the day he had been told of the quest. He had been with Rides the Wind at other times, but never in his dwelling. He sat nervously, looking across the smoldering fire pit, trying to find a way to begin