Reflections seemed to rise up in his mind unbidden. What’s going to happen to me? I’m twenty-five years old. I got chosen by Bear. Everybody knows that doesn’t usually happen to street people. The street shamans I know, most of ’em go with Rat, a few with Dog—the better sorts—and I’ve run into a few Cat folk. But Bear doesn’t often show up in the city. Yet I don’t feel out of place there ... here. Strange .. .