One morning they came upon a delta where a river flowed into the sea. Several times in their travels along the shore, they had encountered smaller streams ending their journeys to the ocean, but they had been fordable. This time, they had to make their way inland along the course of the estuary, in an attempt to find a place to cross. What they found, as they did so, amazed Soaring Hawk.
The river became a rapid, and there the Indian witnessed many brown bears standing on the rocks, or sitting in the shallow pools. They were grabbing the large fish that seemed intent on dashing themselves to pieces in frenzied attempts to make their way upstream.
He and Wolf stood a safe distance away and watched as the mammals caught and feasted on the bounty of the river.
“They have a good idea,” Soar
