Description
Though he could not see into the future, the old man's visions of the past were vivid and profound, like echoes from another time reverberating through the chambers of his soul. He would often sit beneath the vast expanse of the night sky, communing with the spirits of his ancestors, reliving their triumphs and tragedies as if they were his own. But it was not only the spirits of his people that held sway over Heyoka. Wherever he wandered, the animals of the wilderness seemed drawn to him, as if sensing the ancient wisdom that flowed through his veins. Birds would alight upon his outstretched hand, their songs weaving a melody that spoke of forgotten realms. Wolves would follow in his footsteps, their eyes alight with a primal understanding those transcended words.
Walks the Sacred Path
