The woman settled down on a nearby log before answering."who am i?Jared,do you remember an ancestor of yours named Bronze Falcon?"
"Yes,he was my great great grandfather.He died in the first world war."
"Well Jared,in a way he was my child,and you and i are family.Let me tell you a story
A hundred years ago,just after the turn of the century,three indian youth climbed up a mountain.They had been told by their wise grandfather not to go and to attend the shaking tent ceremony,but they ignored him.
I was younger in those days,and had built a nest at the top of that mountain.I wanted a child,a young thunder to call my own,and when i saw those three young men climbing up the mountain path,i decided to adopt them and raise them as my own.
I cooked magical eggs and gave them some blueberry juice to drink and when they had finished i revealed my true form to them.
Their feathers were starting to form and one already had the head of a thunderbird while another hopped about in taloned feet.In three days they would be complete thunderbirds and i would have a family.
Well it turns out the grandfather had a vision of what i had done to his grandchildren.The spirits told him to impale a enchanted trout on a arrow and shoot it up the mountain.
This he did and the famished young thunders ate the trout.Almost immediately they began to vomit and coughed up the eggs and the juice i had given them.
They returned to human form and fled from the mountain.When i discovered this i cried to the Great Spirit my loneliness and he relented.From henceforth i would be the god mother to those three young braves,their children and their childrens children to the end of time.
As a sign to bind us as one family he let the magics i had fed to them remain in their blood as a sign that we are off one blood.
Bronze Falcon was one of those three young boys jared,so that makes us kin.'
The raven hared woman looked at the doe and the two newborn fauns
"Though i must admit i hadn't quite expected our family reunion to take place like this!"