Hoping Howling Coyote had some advice to offer, Sam turned to him. As on previous occasions, the old shaman’s appearance surprised him. Here on the astral, Howling Coyote still looked like an old man, scrawny and weather-beaten as in the mundane world. Sam would have expected such a powerful shaman to look more . . . well, powerful. The shaman sat on a rock that protruded from the cavern wall and leaned against the side of the shaft. It had been Howling Coyote’s idea to take this trip, and the old man’s apparent lack of interest irritated Sam.