How Running White Wolf and White Eagle Met

Several days living in their camp, I went about doing what I wanted to do freely. One particular day, I ventured to a beautiful clearing in the edge of the timber line and not knowing that I was being watched, I heard an Eagle high above me giving its loud shrilling call. I looked up to observe this large and beautiful bird. It was circling and gliding with an amazingly graceful glide. All of a sudden, the eagle shuddered in its flight, and a feather fell from its wing floating gracefully to earth. It fell not too far from me. I went over to pick it up and to admire its beauty. The eagle had given me its protection with its feather. My friend, Standing Bear, saw this to happen and hurried to me at seeing this gift to me by the Big White Headed Eagle. Standing Bear said, "You are a chosen one. That Eagle gave you one of its feathers. Only a few have been given that honor. You are now known as White Eagle. We will have a big celebration tonight at the Celebration of The Name Giving Ceremony." As the news of this occurrence spread among the villagers, the Indians began to talk among themselves about me and the eagle giving me one of its feathers. They were thinking that I might be a special person. They felt honored to be around me and be in my presence.

That night a huge fire was built in the middle of the village where the ceremony was to take place. All the women were dressed in their most beautiful regalia, leggings, and moccasins. They began to stand side by side in a huge circle with the fire in the middle. The drums were beating to a certain rhythm. Everyone was joining in the chant. Feet were shuffling to and fro and were moving in a very unique sway and movement. The women were all looking at me and were motioning to me as if to say "come to me". Finally, after a complete circle of the movement, the drums stopped! The Chief came to me. I was dressed only in a doeskin loin cloth and moccasins. He extended to me the warm greeting of friends - the touching of the forehead, then toward his heart, and then towards me with the elbow bent up and his palm towards me. I repeated this sign to him also. Standing Bear came for me to go to the place near the big fire where I was to stand in front of the Chief called Raven, The Chief, and Standing Bear told me to kneel. This I did and when I did, Raven took the Eagle Feather that was given to me by the big bird placing it in my hair, and said, "Rise my brother, White Eagle. This is your name now and forever more!" Before I hardly knew what next was happening or what to expect, the beautiful Indian Woman came to me with her shawl draped across her arm -- She said, "This is for you White Eagle. May you always have this shawl with you for warmth and care." Then she returned to the circle of women. Again, the drums were beating louder and with a very enchanting and hypnotizing rhythm. I began to feel as though I were an Indian - a Native American!

I went to my teepee lodge to take in all that had happened to me that day. I was somewhat feeling proud that I was White Eagle. I laid on my buffalo hide and put my new shawl over me to get warm and to go to sleep. In short time, the beautiful Indian Woman came into my lodge. She said, "I am called Running White Wolf". I asked her sit with me and to tell me how she got that name. She told me that she always loved the Wolves and how they loved her. The wolves were the guardians of the forest and the earth. She continued her story -- She said one day she was alone in the wilderness and not caring for fear of anything happening to her, she came upon a pack of wolves. She called to them. They were not afraid of her but they were hesitant to approach her. As she began to see the pack each day more and more, they became very friendly and trusting of her, and she began to play with them. The wolves accepted her to be among them with no fear. As she was running and chasing the wolves playfully one day, her father, Raven, the Chief of the Tribe, saw this happening. He thought it was a befitting name for his daughter to be named and called her Running White Wolf. She said that she has been called this name since she was a young maiden. Then she left my lodge to return to her lodge and to her people.

I did not see Running White Wolf for several days. I began to wonder where she was. I was beginning to long for her company. Standing Bear gave me a beautiful brown horse to ride and to see the vast area of their native land. I had gone towards the sun on my face for about an hour when I came to the most beautiful place I have ever seen. There was plenty of grass on each side of a creek running swiftly from the bottom of a high waterfall. The air was wet to my nose. The roar of the falls was deafening but very mystifying and enchanting. I tied my horse to an ash tree where it grazed for food. I laid down in the grass letting the beautiful scenery fill my eyes. In a short while, I was falling asleep.

I suddenly felt something tickling my nose. I slapped at it and then the tickling occurred again. I rose and to my surprised look, there standing before me was Running White Wolf who was tickling my nose with a blade of grass. She was dressed in her most beautiful and quilled regalia. I reached out with my arms to hold her close to me. She responded to my embraces. Immediately, we found our selves in our world. Running White Wolf and White Eagle were together at last near the waterfall. We quickly laid down to talk but we were soon becoming very much a part of one another. Her doeskin dress was fastened only at her shoulders with thin straps. She had nothing on under her dress. Her breasts were full of life and beauty. Her figure was well shaped and very beautiful. Her long dark hair was down to her waist. Her dark eyes were so beautiful for they matched her dark hair. My loincloth was discarded, and we clung together with joy and thrilling expectations. This MOMENT was ours! We had become united near the wilds of the big waterfall.

Running White Wolf gave her all to White Eagle for it was the beginning of a new world for them.