<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/55/David_Wolf.jpg)</div>"You had a vision quest?"  He failed utterly to keep the awe - and the envy - out of his voice.  "I spent three weeks fasting on a tiny island, smoking up clouds in a sweat lodge, and all I got was high."  True, it was a really mellow high, but it was no vision quest.  "And then when I came in from the swamp, this punk kid that seemed younger than me was at the Tribal Civic Center, and he tells me he's my dad."  He snorted.  "And he wasn't even Native!  He was Chinese!"  The whole thing reeked, destroying his carefully crafted self-image.  He snorted again, and looked ready to hit something - maybe a wall.  "Sorry - it's great you got your vision.  What is your spirit animal?"  Though he hardly had to ask, it seemed obvious it was the coyote.