Then the air filled with wolf sounds. She went out and walked behind and around the many tents. Her singing and the tread of her feet could be heard the whole while. She had ordered no banging and absolutely no one banged. Finally there were signs of her return and soon she stood at the door. Her little light, her guiding light, had not snuffed out and she entered with it. She said that it would be okay to light up the candle and they did so. When the place was brightened, she said, “I doubted if this little person could do it, for I am very, very poor and helpless. Have someone go out. No noise will be heard. You won’t hear anything. Have someone come near the door and listen for some sound. Go just in the front area of the tent where there aren’t so many tracks.” More than one went because they were all afraid.

To the south there were sounds of water gushing and then the sound of water streaming. The ones out there listening were not believed, so many more came out and they all listened. The sound of streaming water to the rear of the tent disappeared as it went away.

Apparently, the little woman turned those wolves into a stream of water. The tiny old woman was surely not the biggest of them. This very tiny little old lady proved to be talented. She had no immediate family and few friends. She had a tent all to herself. This little one protected the whole camp of younger women.