Chapter 70
“Waabishki-ma’iingan,” the eagle said.
Morgan shook his head. When he focused again, the bird had transformed into the old shaman, Great Eagle.
“Grandfather” Morgan said in surprise, sitting up straight.
Much more agile than Morgan had ever seen him before, the old man crossed his legs and lowered himself to the floor across the fire from Morgan. “You have questions,” he said in a calm voice
Morgan, recovering from the shock of seeing an eagle transform into the shaman, said, “Yes, I do. First, are you really here? Or is all of this going on in my head?”
“What does it matter if I am here or merely in your head?” Great Eagle replied. “Either way, you will find the answers you seek.”
“All right, I accept that…I guess,” Morgan said, then continued. “I met an animal last night and then again in the forest today.”
“Ah, yes,” Great Eagle said with a smile. “Coyote, the trickster.”
“Trickster?” Morgan said apprehensively.