There once was a wolf that lived in a great valley known by many animals. One night on an evening hunt, the wolf heard from a distance, mysterious but beautiful songs. He had never heard them before. He was so enchanted by these strange yet wonderful songs that he went to investigate where they were coming from. By half an evenings time he came upon a beautiful owl perched in a tree. For the longest time he sat looking up a the owl, listening to her songs. He had become so enchanted with her and her music that every night he would go to that same spot and listen, and every night the owl would sing to the moon and the stars for their presence…
One night, as the owl rested for awhile from her singing, the wolf stepped closer to the tree and said up to her, “You are so beautiful and you sing so well, I would like some day to sing with you.” The owl, somewhat surprised that he spoke, looked down and replied, “I have seen you many times before, young wolf, and you too are beautiful as well as a skilled hunter. But you are a four-footed Being of the Earth Clan and I am winged of the Sky People. Our People have never sang together before.” “This is true, Lachusa, but what harm would it do to sing one song?” he asked. Lachusa, the owl, looked down into Makuya’s dark yet trusting eyes, and smiled, “This is true … one song, what harm could it do?” And so she flew down to a branch closer to this Earth and nearer to Makuha, the wolf.
She hesitated, because of the natural fear that their Clans have of each other, but she saw in his eyes a passion and trust of honesty. She knew he would not harm her. And so she began to hoot softly. And he began to howl low and gently. Being from differnet Clans, they both sang different stories. Yet as if it was strummed together by the Gods, their words and music came together as one, with much beauty and power.
All the animals began to gather at the sight, drawn in my the power of understanding, captivated by an unusual sight and enchanted by the respect being shared. Forgetting their own differences as predator and prey, they stood next to each other … and listened. But as the magic of the moment began to fade and the songs slowly ended, Lachusa and Makuya stared deeply into each other’s eyes and a tear of sorrow fell to the Earth. For although there was much magic in their hearts, it was their eyes that saw the Truth. She was of the Sky People and he was of the Earth Clan. And they knew this could never be.
Makuya slowly turned and began to walk away with his head down in sadness. Lachusa flew away into the night sky, shedding tears of heart break. And that is why late at night, when you’re alone, you can hear the howls of the wolf for he looks to the moon to sing a song he shared with someone so special. And that is why in the late evenings you hear the hoot songs of the owl. For she is asking, “Who has seen the one I love?”
Mario is a Native American from the Apache tribe. A hereditary shaman, a keeper of the Native American cultural heritage, and a famous storyteller, he is also the author of a book about United States’ alternative history. It describes historic events as seen through the eyes of the Natives.
Mario lives in Arizona and works as a professional guide, conducting tours of Sedona and it’s surroundings. He has been working with Ursa Travel Club for several years now, introducing visitors from Russia to the heart of the American continent, known as The Land of Red Rocks. He is also a guide to the life and customs, stories, legends, and fables of the Native Americans that live in the Southwestern United States.
Mario is a man with a big, open heart. He truly loves his people and his land, sharing that love with all willing to accept it.