_Dakota_
Once upon a time an Indian found a wolf den, and began digging into it
to get the cubs.
Wolf Mother appeared, barking. She said, "Pity my children," but he
paid no attention to her. So she ran for her husband.
Wolf Father soon appeared. He barked. Still the man dug into the den.
Then Wolf Father sang a beautiful song. He sang, "O man, pity my
children, and I will teach you one of my arts." He ended with a howl
which caused a fog. When the Wolf Father howled again, the fog
disappeared.
The man thought, "These animals have mysterious gifts." So he tore up
his red blanket into small pieces. He tied a piece around the neck of
each of the wolf cubs, as a necklace. Then he painted them with red
paint and put them back into the den.
Wolf Father was very grateful. He said, "When you go to war hereafter,
I will go with you. I will bring about whatever you wish." Then the
man went away.
After a while the man went on the warpath. Just as he came in sight
of the village of the enemy, a large wolf met him.
Wolf said, "By and by I will sing. Then you shall steal their horses
when they least suspect danger."
So the man stopped on a hill close to the village. And the wolf sang.
After that he howled, making a high wind arise. The horses fled to the
forest, but many stopped on the hillside. When the wolf howled again,
the wind died down and a mist arose. So the man on the warpath took as
many horses as he pleased.