But the moon came out, and the air was warm, and we laughed and were unafraid.
I remember, next morning, that we came upon two ruffled cock-birds that fought so ardently that I went right up to them and caught them by their necks.

Thus did the Swift One and I get our wedding breakfast.

They were delicious.

It was easy to catch birds in the spring of the year.

There was one night that year when two elk fought in the moonlight, while the Swift One and I watched from the trees; and we saw a lion and lioness crawl up to them unheeded, and kill them as they fought.
There is no telling how long we might have lived in the Swift One's tree-shelter.