The next morning as the mountain snows glowed pink, the eagle carried Little Red Fox to a narrow creek. The creek meandered in an open field surrounded by aspen trees. Reeds and grasses grew in the swampy muck surrounding its banks. He spent the morning wallowing through the mud collecting plants to make his net. He soaked and partially dried them. The reeds required several days of drying. He did not have that much time. He cut two saplings to make poles, and weaved the plants between the poles. Through dancing silver and green leaves he glimpsed Mother Eagle soaring above, watching him. She did not trust him. She had dropped him far from his village, and with her sharp eyes she would find him if he tried to escape. But he would not try; he had promised.