Lion Head Mesa and if you could still see the moon

"There are some things that feel more like legend than reality," Ira admitted, referring chiefly to the topic at hand. And it was true. Doubting destiny was very honestly part of reading the stars. You could not believe without doubt. And yet, it was less mistrust and more caution that had held Ira back from a life of preaching. He had served as an interpreter, not a prophet; someone to make sense of what the sky told them while at the same time leaving room for error and growth. Indeed, nothing was necessarily preordained when everyone had the choice not to follow their destiny.

That said, it had been challenging for him at times to call upon myths that he had not seen for himself, being at once both a mystical and practical wolf. He felt his eyes prickling with emotion. He was transported back to that feeling of seeing the solar eclipse. This was once more a confrontation with that which was much bigger than himself. He voiced it: "There is so much that we do not know." There was a slight melancholy to his words, but the overwhelming energy behind them was one of awe and reverence. "But I am certain this is what I have been looking for." He finally turned away to look at his son, silently questioning if he felt the same. At this juncture, Ira did not feel it was his place to interpret his son's path for him.