In spite of Angry Wolf’s doubts, Little Eagle was so excited that he could hardly eat. He reminded himself that it had been a long journey in his dream. He would need all of his strength, so he forced himself to eat as much as if he were hungry.
As soon as Angry Wolf was ready, Little Eagle led the way. He went to the hill where he had spent the night. He picked up the deerskin, folded it carefully, and put it under the tree, as he had done in his dream. In his dream Little Eagle had gone so swiftly that he hadn’t noticed the landmarks. Now there was nothing to guide him. He remembered that he had gone west and a little south. He tried to take the same direction.
As the sun began to sink low in the west, Angry Wolf watched anxiously ahead.
“We should be nearing the place,” he said.
“It was almost dark when the bird and I got there,” Little Eagle answered. “We can go many paces before darkness falls.”
“You said the Crows were camped near trees,” Angry Wolf reminded him. “We have seen no trees since we started.”
The same fear had been nagging at Little Eagle. In his dream the Crows had been camped behind a grove of trees. Yet he and Angry Wolf had traveled all day without seeing trees and there seemed to be none ahead.
The two of them came to the top of a high hill. Far ahead of them they saw a grove of trees.
“That must be the place,” Little Eagle exclaimed.
“We’d better rest and eat,” Angry Wolf suggested. “We can’t take horses until after darkness falls.”