Little Eagle nodded. He and Angry Wolf had pushed their horses hard. If the Crows had turned back, it would take swift, hard riding to catch them. It wouldn’t be fair for Angry Wolf and him to slow the Sioux war party.
As soon as the warriors rode off, Angry Wolf began to cook food for Little Eagle and himself. Although Angry Wolf seemed to be giving all of his attention to his task, Little Eagle could see that his friend’s thoughts were far away. It wasn’t until the meat was cooked that Angry Wolf spoke of what was in his mind.
“We must take new names,” Angry Wolf said. “We are warriors now. We have taken horses from the Crows and you have shot two enemies. You may be made a medicine man. You healed both of our wounds and you made the plans that allowed us to escape from our enemies.”
Little Eagle gave his friend a startled look. It was true that both of them were entitled to be called warrior, but would he be made a medicine man? He had never heard of a boy of his few summers winning that honor.
“Let’s wait until we reach the winter camp,” he suggested.
“It shall be as you say,” Angry Wolf agreed.
While Angry Wolf fixed piles of leaves for their beds, Little Eagle searched in the grove and the prairie nearby. It was late in the afternoon when he returned to camp with a few berries and some roots in his hands.
Angry Wolf would have liked to sit by the fire and talk about their adventures, but Little Eagle was tired and his wound was beginning to throb. He crawled into the pile of leaves, where he fell asleep at once.
Little Eagle didn’t awaken in the morning until the sun’s rays were striking against his eyelids. Angry Wolf was cooking meat over the fire. He smiled briefly at Little Eagle.
“You are getting lazy,” Angry Wolf said.