Ukatangi talked and talked. He talked so much, he could only hear himself. Not the river, not the wind, not even the wolf. The raven came and said, “The wolf is hungry. If you stop talking, you will hear him. The wind, too. And when you hear the wind, you will fly.”
So Ukatangi stopped talking, and soon heard the wind rushing by. In the quiet, he could hear the directions of its currents, swiftly lifting and falling. The music of the wind changed Ukatangi’s nature, and he became the eagle.
The eagle soared, and it’s flight said all it needed to say.