she uttered the sacred language of her tribe and seemed to slip into a trance. Suddenly, the skies turned black and the wind started to whip around. Thunder roared and Uncle Heesham started to worry that they would all be caught in a terrible storm, but on the horizon, a grand sight caught their attention. A very majestic wolf stood very proud on the hilltop, looking directly at them, and began to approach.
He stepped toward Phoenix, edging closer and closer, until he was looking directly into her eyes. Uncle Heesham would have never admitted it out loud, but he was petrified and worried for Phoenix, but amazed at how she stood firm, returning the glance of the great beast. He drew in a breath and blew toward her face. Phoenix took it all in, deeply breathing in the gift the wolf was giving her. Once she did, he let out a mighty howl.
By the time he finished his call, there were many wolves standing all around the campsite, all seeming to stand at attention for Phoenix. Then, just as he came to her, he turned and left, returning to the hilltop. The sky again turned violent, and with a startling clap of thunder, he disappeared.
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