People of the Wolf(50)
Broken Branch waddled around, enjoying moments of delight as she floated in the hot pool or picked at the curious yellow crust that formed where the water lapped at the rocks.
From the rocks—exposed by the retreating drifts—moss, lichen, and overwintered leaves were gathered to make the
strong black tea. As the thick brambles of blueberry, bear-berry, and cranberry melted out, fat berries remained, preserved through the Long Dark, sweet and succulent as their juices melted in the mouth.
The children ran, laughed, and played, splashing in the warm waters, eyes twinkling.
Standing a hundred yards from Heron's cave, One Who Cries, Jumping Hare, and Singing Wolf watched the water from the hot pool rise in twining wreaths, casting occasional glances to where Runs In Light stood talking to the old Dreamer. Heron's cackle rent the air like a knife.
One Who Cries stood tall, filling his lungs with crisp spring-scented air as he studied flights of ravens coming up from the south. A flock of scavenger gulls wheeled to the west. "Caribou," he mumbled. "There must be a herd coming."
"Then the cursed flies will be here shortly." Jumping Hare looked westward, pursing his thin lips as though regretting what he had to say next. "And the clans will be gathering in a turning of the moon or so."
"For the Renewal, you mean?"
"Yes."
"You're going?"
Jumping Hare lowered his gaze, awkwardly scuffing the toe of his long boot against a rock. "I've reached the marrying age. The only place I can look for a wife is at the Renewal, where all the clans come together."
"True."
"We've made mistakes, but we have to go on living."
One Who Cries puffed out his cheeks and spewed a long exhale. "Mistakes? We're alive."
Ignoring the comment, Jumping Hare added, "And I want to know if my mother lived."
"She's a strong woman."
"You know Runs In Light will stay here," Singing Wolf said from the side where he watched the young man talking in low tones to Heron. "The old woman won't go back. I don't . . . Well, Runs In Light doesn't know he'll stay yet, but he will."
One Who Cries cocked his head. "You've become an expert on Runs In Light? I thought you couldn't stand him."
Singing Wolf's expression didn't change. "Remember up in the hills when Broken Branch landed on me with both feet? That wasn't anything to what Heron told me a couple of days after we got here."
"What did she say?"
"She . . . she's smart. Knows a lot about people and how they work. She told me ... I ... could be a great leader if I learned what made things happen. She said I could be one of the best leaders the People ever had if I'd give myself the chance, keep my mouth shut, and think about things before I acted."
"I think she's right. You've always been smart—just too emotional."
Singing Wolf pursed his lips. "Laughing Sunshine, and I have talked. She thinks maybe the time has come for me to think instead of yell first."
One Who Cries grinned. "Then you will become a leader, my friend. And next time we're starving, I won't feel like driving a dart into you."
"Did you feel like that?"
"Oh, yes. The day we found the musk ox."
Singing Wolf dropped his head, staring forlornly at the new spring grasses. "I can understand why. I wasn't very good company. Always complaining."
"Too bad you can't make the point bases thinner." Jumping Hare wound damp sinew around a point he'd conned away from One Who Cries. A frown lined his forehead. "I wonder . . . The Wolf Dream. You suppose—"
"I don't suppose anything about spirits," One Who Cries said, rubbing his mashed nose. "But I know this: Runs In Light found musk ox on the march and kept us alive. He brought Heron to us when all of us would have starved. Remember her words? Dreams don't come easy.'' Eyes roaming off to the east, he added, "But nothing does out here."
"Heron says the Big Ice is five days' walk away."
"And she knows of no hole," One Who Cries mumbled somberly, meeting his cousins' eyes.
"Spirit Dreams make people crazy," Jumping Hare said. "Me ... I think it was all in Runs In Light's head. I think he-"
"Runs In Light doesn't make things up," One Who Cries protested.
"I didn't say that!" Jumping Hare cast an irritated glance at Runs In Light. "I think he believed it at first. But if there ever was a Wolf Dream, it's dead now."
"Just because he can't understand it anymore doesn't mean it was false," he countered, though he, too, had wondered if the boy ever really saw Wolf.
Jumping Hare shrugged. "What about the gathering of the clans? What about my mother? Why go farther south when there's food right here? Out there, in the ice, I won't find a wife to warm my robes."