Spotted Eagle Mountain windshear

The wave of realisation hit him as hard as the wave of ice water, at which he screamed. Ishi's realisation had nothing to do with kingship or cougars or ambition or anything like that — it was a survival instinct, suddenly so pure that it dominated his mind entirely. He had to do anything to make this stop. Anything. I'm nothing, he wept as he choked and struggled, and at the pain of ice and loss he went limp and was unconscious.