The Sioux scout is diligent, dedicated and wise.  He is chosen by the people and called Wolf.    

When the people move the village, the wolf has been that way before.  As they travel, he is on both flanks, behind and well out in front. 

When the Hunger Moon comes, the wolves, in the most bitter of weather, are tracking for game.  He finds track on solid rock, through cracks, and the scent on the wind.  As the village sleeps, he is awake.  He is the best they have, “THE PRIDE OF THE SIOUX - THE WOLF”.