"Eagle Thunder" the wind whispered the familiar name is his ear. How long had it been since he had last heard that name. The spot on his hand which had once harboured a bllod oath scar throbbed. The wind had brought him this name for a reason, the wind always had it's reasons. He sat in his meditaion a moment longer, he would have to consult the earth. Not far the earth told him, not far off was where Eagle Thunder had been raised. The earth was old and never forgets what happens upon it. The wind is good for fresh news but not old secrets and histories, that is the earths domain. The tall man rose with ease and sent his mind into the wind, sent it searching for answers to new questions. Two miles east. That was where the name had come from. He felt them, saw them in an absract way through the wind and it's touch. And he was there, Eagle Thunder. And another, one who reeked of another familiar aura. But that could not be, they would never be together. They were like him and his brother, always opposing, ever changing. He slung his package across his back and began to move east with a speed few could manage on their feet. Walking was always something he ahd enjoyed, the feel of the wind against his face and the way it tossed it long locks of pitch black hair in the air. The sounds the wind made as it ruffled his great black woolen coat. The sounds of grass crushing beneath his feet. The sight of the land before him. The oneness he achieved with nature. He would walk to find the answer to his question.