While arrangements were being made for the hunt, Little Eagle waited excitedly. When Happy Otter held out the straws to decide who should have to stay in camp and tend the horses, Little Eagle was allowed to draw with the others. He was so proud of having a chance to draw, just like the warriors, that he was hardly disappointed when he drew one of the short straws and had to tend horses with Singing Jay.
As the warriors were preparing to ride out on the hunt, Angry Wolf drew Little Eagle aside.
“I have hunted buffalo and you never have,” Angry Wolf said. “I’ll trade places with you. I’ll watch the horses while you hunt.”
Little Eagle shook his head.
“I had a chance to draw,” he answered. “I lost.”
It was almost midday when Little Eagle and Singing Jay took the horses to the hunters. The warriors had killed as many buffaloes as the horses could carry. As soon as the meat was loaded on the pack horses, the party started on.
At the end of the second day after the hunt, there was a conference around the campfire.
“Tomorrow we shall reach the winter camp,” Happy Otter announced. “The rest of us will ride ahead to prepare a welcome. Later, you two boys will ride into camp.”
The next morning Little Eagle and Angry Wolf kept their horses in a herd while the warriors rode out of camp. As soon as the warriors were out of sight, Little Eagle took the two bags into which he had poured the juices he had cooked the day he and Angry Wolf had waited for the warriors to return from their pursuit of the Crows. He found a small stick and dipped it into one of the bags. With the yellow coloring on the stick, he painted lines on Angry Wolf’s face. When that was finished Angry Wolf painted lines on Little Eagle’s face.
“Yellow for happiness,” Angry Wolf exclaimed, looking at the fine horses they had taken from the Crows.