Now you smell smoke from a fire burning, and a pleasant aroma from something cooking. Abruptly the music and chanting stops. There appears to be about 50 tipis spread out in a rough circular pattern. A central fire burns in the center of the village where several women are cooking over it. Off in another clearing, more women are busy skinning hides.
Children dart here and there, laughing, playing, practicing their warrior skills.
Elderly men sit in front of their lodges, some taking a nap in the warm sun, some carving tools and weapons, and others are telling stories to young children. While you take in this incredible sight, White Wolf has been waiting patiently. You finally notice him, and as if that was all he was waiting for, he turns on the toe of his mocassin and walks away. Not knowing what else to do, you hurry after him. He stops in front of one of the larger lodges and turns to you.