“If it was not for your scent I wouldn’t have recognized you,” Shaman Jack greeted, extending a hand to Samuel.
Samuel stepped away from the fire and shook Shaman Jack’s hand, “hi.”
“I am sure you know why I am here?” Shaman Jack said and inspected the meat on the fire.
“Rabbit,” Samuel informed him.
“You have gotten good at this,” Shaman Jack said and put the wooden box with Luke’s remains down on the ground before sitting at the fire.
“I am not sure I can face Luke or accept his spirit. Besides I already have my mother,” Samuel said and pointed at his mother’s spirit wolf, giving her the eye, realizing that it was she who guided them here.
“He does not blame you for what happened,” Luke’s grandfather’s spirit spoke up.
Samuel looked at him for a moment and then moved the meat of t
