Lionel had been making his way west and was passing through Nevada in his jeep. He watched as fields of grassy parks gave way to sandy deserts and occasional mountaintops. He had heard the forecast for a dry thunderstorm in the area, and had decided to find a good place to watch it. After finding the town of Battle Mountain he decided to take the main road to the back road, and the back road to the dirt road. There may have been a chance that flooding could still occur, but that held little concern for someone who could just grow gills on a whim.

As he found his spot he knew it was time to get started. He cranked up his stereo and reached for his sacrament. He couldn't remember why his master insisted rituals always be cast with wine specifically, but he knew he didn't mind it at all. The music was blaring and he began to sip his drink. As he sipped his head began to bob to the music, and as he drank he exited the vehicle and began to sing and dance. The words bellowed into the night as his heart began to race. He sang and danced until he could feel every heartbeat in his chest and the words finally began to shift. High speech was sung to emptiness around him and through his frenzy he reached out to the Wild.

The ecstatic ritual lasted for hours.

Upon it's completion a new world came into view. Spirits in twilight of rabbits running and snakes hunting in the budding storm, but this was the familiar. This was something he could see home in Colorado or anywhere else. Instead he turned his attention to the heavens, forcing his senses across the gauntlet to gaze the wonders beyond. Above there was a sight like no other. A creature that cracked the sky like glass. A creature of elemental lightning whose rage lit the shadow like a fleeting glimpse of the mid day sun. A creature who's voice crashed through the realm just a step to the side.

The world of spirits was one the Shaman adored. With his newfound powers he could speak with the spirits of the storm and mountains. He could ask the spirit of man's best friend if they thought he was an asshole. He hoped not, given the amount of time he spent with animals, but it showed what insights talking to the reflections of the world could yield. The possibilities were before him, he just needed the will to ask.

Also maybe an idea of what to ask besides 'Thirsty?'