Thunder rumbled in the distance.
Flash upon flash of lightning shot through the sky.
Mewanee crouched lower and lower.
He felt sure that the Great Spirit had answered his prayer by sending the Thunder God to him.
As peal after peal resounded through the forest and flash upon flash burst upon him, the wolf gave a deep, angry howl. Then he turned and fled into the dense forest.
Mewanee heard him go and raised his arms in prayer.
Soon the sky became clear and the sun shone once more.
Mewanee slowly and cautiously climbed down the tree. He was stiff and cold and hungry.
He threw himself face downward upon the ground and gave thanks to the Great Spirit for his care.
He picked up his bow and quiver bag and ran, as fast as he could, toward the opening. On and on he ran until he came to the edge of the forest, when he could see his village.