The leaves of the northern forest were yellow when Birchfield Hawk was born. His father is Bentriver Otter and his mother is Fallenalder Snowy Owl. In the warmth of the sun, his mother taught him the ceremonies of the plants; in the coldness of the moon, his father taught him the ceremonies of the animals. The grass was dry and the wind was quiet when he left to find his name. The hawk appeared in the pink light of morning. He brought him a name. He told him that his path is to walk the land until he can see through all the eyes of the water, land, and sky. When he learns to see, he will return to his people, and share his medicines.