Chapter 6
The three donned their breechclouts and made their way to the village. As they approached, three men came toward them. Lean Bear was among them. As they passed the boys, Fox Cub and Young Otter snickered into their hands. Small Hawk, however, did not laugh.
* * * *
“Rides the Wind wishes to see you,” Sky Eyes said to her son as he rounded the corner of the lodge, carrying a load of wood for the cooking fire. “Your father left word as he was leaving this morning for the hunt.”
A thrill shot through his body. His disappointment at not being invited to join the men on their hunt was erased. “When?” he asked excitedly, dropping the sticks next to the pit.
“When you have stacked the wood as it should be done,” his mother said with a smile.
“I’m sorry,” said Small Hawk. He set to the task of stacking the kindling. “But does he really want to see me today?”