His mouth turned downward, a sign his father had something important to say. He sat across from his father wondering what he might say. Wolf Boy looked skyward. His mind skipped through all of the duties his father had asked him to do yesterday, but he couldn't think of one thing he had left undone. The chief sat on a large rock, his hands resting on his knees.
Today is the group-wrestling match.
It is not always the strongest man who wins, but the one who uses wits and skill. He folded his arms then added. The one who looks within himself to find the courage to stand against his rival. Wolf Boy did not answer right away, but scanned the brave warriors and savage buffalo painted on their teepee. Wolf Boy snapped his head toward his father, nodding quickly.