But one night, a stranger found his way to her bed. She being lonely and wanting to be touched, gave in to her suitor. He came to her tent night after night, but never revealed himself to her. After the fourth night, she took a pot of red paint and set it near her bed. When the stranger came to her in the night, she dipped her fingers in the paint and painted on his back.
Once she had woken, the young woman asked her father to assemble all of the young men in the village for a dance. The young men, eager to please the beautiful maiden, all came to dance for her pleasure, but none of them bore her markings.
She then asked the married men to dance, but none of them bore the paint either. So she asked the old men, the boys, even the young women of the tribe to dance for her, but no one was spattered with paint.
Just as the young woman was about to give up, her eyes came across her father's pack of hunting dogs. In the front, staring at her was Evoohta, the alpha of the pack. He turned away from her, and she saw with horror that the dog had paint splatters over his flank in the shape of her fingers.
When Evoohta came to her tent again in the night, she cast him away. The dog never came to her again. Much to the young woman's dismay, her stomach began to grow. She gave birth to seven female pups, and she ordered her mother to kill them immediately.
But her mother didn't kill them. She took pity on them and raised them.
One day, Evoohta came back for the pups, and disappeared with them into the forest. It is said that the pups climbed to heaven and became Pleiades, the constellation of the Seven Sisters that hangs in the sky.
However, some of the Elders say that the pups stayed on Earth for a while, growing into beautiful women who had children of their own, part human, part dog, with the best- and the worst- attributes of both.
Ghost tumbled down the hill, cradling her bow. It was her only remaining weapon, and she would be defenseless without it. Better to break an arm then to lose the weapon, for she had no knife to carve herself a new one. She'd lost that the day before.
The tree line swirled by, churning greens and browns, reds and golds. She had to close her eyes against the swirling colors; they were giving her a migraine. When she finally managed to bring herself to a complete stop, Ghost pushed herself to her feet, a little dazed. She tried to survey her surroundings though the haze of black that threatened the edges of her vision, but was forced instead to sit, her head between her knees, taking slow breaths to regain her inner balance.
'That was close.' She thought, as the dizziness finally began to dissipate. 'Would have lost points for passing out.' Although she couldn't see them in the distance, she knew she was being watched. And graded. She wondered how many points she'd lost for the tumble down the hill she'd just taken.