One day Sunrise killed a bear and he hastened to She Wolf and Dawn, taking the four feet with him. Usually he did not return from the hunting till dark, but on this occasion he had killed early and was back by noon.
Squatting in the snow in front of the cave, he saw two young bachelors with bright feathers stuck in their hair. They were waiting for Dawn to come out. Sunrise strode up to them in a fury.
“Be off!” he cried, “I will have none of this. Let me catch you making eyes at Dawn and I will strike to kill. Let this be clearly understood.”
They saw the fury in his eye and scuttled off.
“Do not come within shouting distance of this cave,” he shouted after them, “for the sound or sight of you is not to be borne.”
She Wolf, sitting in the mouth of the cave, chuckled and grinned.
“They are always here,” she said.
Sunrise turned on her fiercely.
“Are you, too, against me?” he cried. “Faugh—you have a bow and arrows. Use them.”
“The next time they come,” said his mother in a conciliating voice, “I will use the bow and the arrows.”