He started off in the direction the hunters had taken earlier in the day.
On and on he ran through the forest. He stopped to talk with the chipmunks or to feed the squirrels as they leaped about the ground.
The birds flitted about him in great glee. They twittered and chirped and flew about his shoulders.
Mewanee was very happy. He had no thought of fear. He loved the birds and the wild animals of the forest and enjoyed being with them.
On and on he walked, into the dense forest.
As evening drew near he grew tired. He lay down under a tall pine tree and was soon fast asleep.
He had been sleeping very soundly, when suddenly he was awakened by a fierce howl.
He jumped up and looked about him!
Already he could see the flaming eyes of a wolf not far off.
Quickly he sprang to the pine tree and with one bound, started to climb it.