On moonless nights the younger members of the two iwi would often play a game. Under cover of the darkest sky they would sneak out of their houses and race silently over to the other iwi area. To prove they had been there, they would take a token and show it to the others when they arrived home.
Gleiten: 2
One night Hui, the son of Waitakere, returned from a jaunt empty handed. The other youngsters made fun of him and teased him for not returning with anything. The next night, the run was done again, but Hui did not return with the others. His friends were worried and blamed each other for not taking better care of Hui. When the great rangatira (chief) Waitakere found his son to be missing, he was angry and summoned a great war party.
Gleiten: 3
Just as they were about to start their war chant, they saw two figures running toward them. It was Hui, holding the hand of a beautiful young woman. “This is my love,” he said, “my token”. Waitakere was delighted at the return of his son, and delighted by the beautiful maiden he had brought back. She was welcomed into the tribe. “Who are you?” they asked. “I am Wairere, the daughter of Hunua,” she replied.