He is the fox that stalks its prey on silent paws.
The weasel that sheds its summer coat for winter white.
He is the jackdaw that scolds in the treetops
And the snake that slithers through the grass.
No man shall see his true form.
No woman shall know his heart.
Honor him.
Praise him.
And pray that your paths never cross.
—Song of the Trickster
