“I’m going to answer your question while telling you what I promised, Marian. Please don’t interrupt.”
“Okay, Dad.”
He nodded, still facing the wall.
He exhaled loudly and sat back in his chair.
He crossed his leg, ankle over knee, and rested his arms.
Eyes closed, he spoke.
No one interrupted.
“Red wolves, fire wolves, are gifted with sight. Foresight. Not all of them, and some more strongly than others. This Sight could be easy to understand, or it could be confusing. When it’s confusing, we need help from seers, Elders, witches, other sources,” he began in his deep, steady voice, which sounded like water rushing over rocks.
His pace was not fast, not slow.
He continued, keeping his eyes closed and his mind calm, his breathing was steady, and his energy, his vibration, was firm
