That White-Skunk possess power is not in doubt.
Bald-Eagle himself is wary of it.
The point at issue is the uses to which that power is put.
White-Skunk uses his power as a weapon to serve his own ends alone.
He heals Meadow-Lark of a wound, that he himself has inflicted, only in return for information on the whereabouts of his musk-sac.
Could any act be more worthy of the phrase ‘to take advantage’?
The camp of the Clever-Fellows appears to be a Star-Realm.
Here White-Skunk’s musk-sac sparkles like a star and is given as a child’s play-thing.
This is one of the highest honours that can be bestowed but it enrages White-Skunk who regards it as a slight.
When White-Skunk approaches the outskirts of the Star-Fields he is granted an object lesson in the proper use of power.
His musk-sac is shared freely, in turns, by all…
Heedless of yet another life lesson White-Skunk returns from this spirit-quest and uses his brush with real power for self aggrandisement and as a means of terrorising his peers.
He then proceeds to mete out gifts and punishments as he sees fit on the basis of past favours or perceived misdemeanours.
White-Skunk’s third and final encounter with spirit proves fateful.
He sees Rice-Bird only for the spiritual treasures he holds.
But the treasures of a ‘dead’ spirituality are redundant.
Even had they been procured for the use of others which they palpably had not.
The Wolf brothers finally put White-Skunk out of his misery as he talks to, and plays with, himself amid his redundant treasures.
It could, and perhaps should, have been so different.