Wolf's JealousyIn the Beginning Times, when the Creative Spirit walked among his children on Earth, the animal spirits competed for his affection. He encouraged them to foster friendships with one another, but most of them would focus only on him. This was true even when they appeared to be working together to accomplish a task he had set for them. Of all the animal spirits, none was more short-sighted than Wolf.
Red Fox came to Wolf with a fox coat cradled in her arms and held it up for his inspection, a satisfied smile panted across her dainty muzzle. "Father went on and on about the job you did designing the wolf's coats. Since you seem to be the expert on making animals beautiful, I thought I'd get a second opinion on this. What do you think?"
The coat was mostly gray, with silvering fur solidifying into black on the ears, legs, and tail. Wolf regarded her with narrowed eyes and scratched his chin absentmindedly. "That is hideous. You have no idea what you are doing, do you?"
Red Fox's eyes flash
YouAsTheNarrator Character Bio - SpiderSPIDER
The Charming Chef
■ Animal Spirit ■ Immortal ■ Chef/Medicine Man
Talking to GodIn my twenty-fourth year of life I was selected for the annual duty of "person who talks to God." I suppose I should have been flattered by what that said about my expanding fame. The offerings for the previous two years were a philosopher and a scientist, both well into their fifties and highly esteemed within their guilds. They had never bothered to send a taleteller, and an apprentice at that.
God was handled by a collaboration between the two guilds, you see. The scientists tried to explain him and the philosophers tried to understand him. They did an equally excellent job at failing to accomplish either.
I can't say I was looking forward to my impending encounter with the divine. God had developed quite a taste for human flesh.
It should be noted that God is a self-appointed title. The creature claims to have come to our world from another dimension. He also invokes this fact as explanation for the reason our weapons have no effect at either harming or subduing him. I never did le
Home is Where the Scent isIt occurred to Wendigo while he stared at the tiny blob of brown and white in the distance that life would be easier if he could get over his hatred of water. Humans couldn't get enough of it, so stalking the waterways remained one of the most efficient hunting strategies. He scanned the lakeshore, trying to calculate swimming vs. walking distance for reaching the structure on the opposite side.
Wendigo pulled off a boot, crouched at the water's edge, and dipped in a toe. The wetness enveloped his flesh like the prickling of needles poised at the edge of plunging through. He shuddered. After holding still a few moments he hobbled back, shaking his foot and growling at the lake. As usual, the water had nothing to say in return. Walking it was, then.
His approach was slow, with frequent stops to scan the forest and sniff for threats. Territory-holding humans made him uneasy. Those who chose to make permanent homes in his remote turf usually stocked them with weapons, tools for making fir
Native American Myth Stories Supporting CharactersRABBIT
■ ANIMAL SPIRIT ■ TROUBLEMAKER
...Short and Sweet
Rabbit has a scrawny build and a juvenile sense of humor. He can be lazy and cruel, which causes other animal spirits and humans to lose respect for him. An aspiring trickster, he is jealous of Coyote's infamy and believes he can do him one better. Unlike Coyote, he doesn't know where to draw the line between "just kidding" and "dude, not funny."
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Wolf's ChildrenWhen the Creative Spirit left the world he left Wolf with an emptiness he could not leave unfilled. Each animal spirit mourned the loss of the creator in his or her own way, but eventually all turned their thoughts to the joys life had to offer. All except for Wolf. The memory of his father's disappointment nipped at his heels, driving the feet of his soul to pace relentlessly with worry.
He had been selfish. He had been cruel. It was a wonder the other animal spirits could stand to have him in their presence. He felt, though part of him insisted it could not be true, that the ugliness he brought into the world was responsible for driving their father away. The aching feet of his soul prowled the deepest tracks of his mind for answers that would let them rest.
The fondest memory Wolf had of the creator was his reaction to the new coats he made for the animals he looked after. His father merely had to say, "Show me a wolf," and he could lead him to something new and beautiful. No longer
Spider's New MealIf there was anyone willing to put up with Coyote's antics enough to be considered his friend, it was Spider. They liked pulling pranks together, though Spider was not as clever as Coyote and often found himself ending up on the wrong side of a joke. He eventually grew tired of this but, still wanting to spend time with his friend, decided to share his other interests with him.
Spider invited Coyote to his home to learn how to cook a new recipe he had created. He did not tell him what it would be, knowing how much his friend liked surprises. After leaving his wife with an armful of squash to prepare he hurried away to collect more ingredients. New ideas kept dropping into his head for adding deeper layers of richness to the soup he could imagine tasting. He lost track of time searching out everything he needed to make the soup just right.
Coyote arrived and let himself in. He peered over the woman's shoulder. "What'ca doin?"
Spider's wife elbowed him in the ribs. "Cutting squash for th
I rarely have a chance to photograph wildlife, so I practice with the skittish neighborhood cats. This one climbed into a thorny bush to hide from me. I will call it Z for the white shape on its leg.
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