Angry Wolf had already risen. He was cooking more meat at the fire. He looked sad and dejected as Little Eagle ran into camp.
“You had a message?” he asked doubtfully when he saw Little Eagle’s excitement.
Little Eagle nodded. Eagerly, he related what had happened in his dream. When he had finished, he saw that Angry Wolf was still unconvinced.
“Was the messenger a blackbird?” Angry Wolf demanded.
“No,” Little Eagle answered. “It was—”
He stopped. In his excitement he hadn’t noticed what kind of a bird it had been. He was sure it wasn’t a blackbird. He would have known better than to follow one of those bringers of misfortune, even in a dream. Then he remembered that the bird had said, “The Crows are my enemies too.”
“It was a mud swallow,” Little Eagle exclaimed. “It told me that the Crows were its enemies too.”
“That is better,” Angry Wolf admitted. “The Crows shoot the swallows, and we never do.”
“Then you are ready to accept the sign and try to get horses from the Crows?” Little Eagle demanded.
“I’m not sure it is a sign,” Angry Wolf answered slowly. “It may just be a dream with no meaning.” He stood up. “We have to have horses, though. I am willing to try.”