In his dreams, Falcon walked that path, followed the summons of the totem, the spirit that awaited him at the end. He didn’t know which totem was calling him—noble Eagle, faithful Dog, sly Coyote, stalwart Bear, or any of the many others. But he could hear the call, feel it thrilling through him, and realized that only when he reached the path’s end would he recognize who summoned him. And then he’d probably realize that a part of him had always known.