Prairie Rose weeps upon hearing the howling of the wolf which resonates through the canyon. O how sad the eagle must feel when she hears the message. O how miserable Mother Eagle would be if she too could hear the howling from the lands beyond. Prairie Rose whispers to Demon Wind, “Help her!”
The eagle feels weak, her eyes moist with tears. She flies aimlessly, her head hangs low. There's no point to be with one who doesn't want you. How her heart aches! Nothing else matters anymore; not that nest on the mountain top, not even that coveted honour as a messenger of prayers.
O wolf! Why such a drastic act? Why not run the distance with the eagle? Has the eagle not been a source of happiness? Is the eagle not worthy of devotion? Has the eagle not proven her unconditional love? For the first time, Demon Wind lets out a long sigh of disappointment.
The canyon is quiet that day. Demon Wind and Prairie Rose pray in silence. O eagle, lift your spirits and soar high in the blue sky. Soulmates are not for us to decide. O wolf, do you realize what you have let go?