When Snow’s great uncle, Leonard Goldenhawk, was eighteen, he’d scorned the idea of the Seven Drums Religion his grandfather insisted on preaching to him. But with age often comes wisdom and he grew to treasure the sound of the Revenant Worship song, the taste of the salmon they ate afterward, and the beat of the drums that pulses in your brain and your heart like a language forgotten long ago. After all these years, he understands fully his grandfather’s words to him: All creation is capable of having a spirit. And so therefore deserves respect.