By the time Pocahontas and Nakoma rowed home, they could hear Powhatan say, "The battle lasted from the rising of the sun until the evening shadows fell. Our warriors fought with courage, but none as bravely as Kocoum, for he attacked with the fierce strength of the bear. He has proven himself to be the greatest…"
"Oh, he's so handsome." said Nakoma.
"Hmm. The least he can do is smile." added Pocahontas, who noticed the smirk in his face.
"Tonight, we will feast in his honor!" concluded Powhatan.
As the villagers cheered, Pocahontas hurried over to her father, who exclaimed. "My daughter."
"Wingapo, Father." greeted Pocahontas as she held him close.
"Seeing you gives me great joy."
"I'm so glad you've come home safely."
"Let's go inside. We have much to talk about." said Powhatan as he led his daughter to their longhouse. "I want to hear everything you've been doing while I was away."
Meeko and Flit slipped inside through the roof as Pocahontas said. "Father, for many nights now I've been having a very strange dream. I think it's telling me something's about to happen...something exciting."
"Yes," agreed Powhatan as he placed his headdress on a nearby shelf, where Meeko and Flit were, listening to their conversation. "Something exciting is about to happen."
"Really, what is it?" asked Pocahontas.
"Kocoum has asked to seek your hand in marriage." replied Powhatan.
When she heard that, Pocahontas didn't know what to say.
"Marry Kocoum?"
Flit nodded in agreement. But Meeko just stuck his tongue out in disgust.
"I told him it would make my heart soar." Powhatan went on.
Pocahontas smiled uneasily, then looked outside, where the tribe children were urging Kocoum to play with them.
"But he's so… serious." she would say.
"Which is why Kocoum will make a fine husband." explained Powhatan. "He is loyal, strong and will build you a good house with sturdy walls."
As he talked, Meeko toyed with Powhatan's things, even acting like him...in his own innocent way.
Flit, however, didn't think it was funny. He poked his tiny beak at Meeko's stomach and pulled the the headdress over his head.
"With him, you'll be safe from harm." Powhatan went on.
Still, Pocahontas wasn't sure about this.
"Father, I think my dream is pointing me down another path." she said.
"This is the right path for you."
"But why can't I choose..."
Before Pocahontas could go on, Meeko, who tried to regain his sight, only to lose his balance, landing in her arms.
Pocahontas giggled as she lifted the headdress from Meeko's eyes.
Realizing he was in the middle of their conversation, the little raccoon scurried off.
"Pocahontas, try to understand." Powhatan said as he led his daugher back outside. "As daughter of the chief, you must learn to take your place among our people. Even the wild mountain stream must someday join the big river.
As the river cuts his path
Though the river's proud and strong
He will choose the smoothest course
That's why river's live so long
They're steady
As the steady beating drum
"Your mother wore this for our wedding." he said, pulling out his late wife's necklace. "It was her dream to see you wear it at your own."
Once Powhatan placed it around his daughter's neck, he stepped back and smiled. "It suits you."