2You know, I've fallen in love. I can't help it - every night I just stare at the sky and long for him. He's become my life. I wouldn't eat or sleep if my folks wouldn't keep telling me to. Once a month, once a month only do we get to see each other, I mean really see each other! The rest of the time we can just pass glances as I try to cope with us being apart.
He keeps telling me that even if I can't see him all the time, he's always out there, somewhere, thinking of me. It helps. When it's daytime I don't really do much. I'm more of a night person, anyway. And sometimes the nights are lonely and cloudy and dark and I feel like crying.
My family understands me perfectly. My mother knows exactly what I see in the pale-faced beloved of mine. She knows, because she's just about as much in love as I am. Just like my younger sister. Her feelings are getting stronger every day, I think. But I think father feels the deepest. At least his singing is loudest. Yes, singing. We all sing for our beloved pale-face.
We sing of lonely nights, about the wild and hunting there. We sing and try to persuade him into coming with us: "Step down, the night's young and life's good, let us hunt together!"
And he smiles. He can't come down with us, he tells us. He has to sit up there, in the sky, to watch out for all of us. But he bids us a good hunt. "Catch one for me, too." And who knows, maybe next month...
"Mother, why are the wolves howling like that?"
"They must be starving. Don't you go out in the woods alone, dear, you might get eaten."