I’ll tell you a story about myself. I used to hunt the Alaska highway quite a bit in my younger days. I used to go up to 245, and there is nothing there. It’s just wild. I was coming out at one time. This is just before dark, walking out. And I sat down and I heard a dog barking and I know there are no dogs farther up there, no, nothing. I looked up the tree and there was a big owl – we call it spulqwitth’e’ [spəlqʷit̓ᶿeʔ] — and he was imitating a dog. So he flew when I got up. And he flew right in front of me. I could barely see him and he stood on a stump. And when I got close to it, it took of again. When I got close, he flew again. He took me right out the highway, the Alaska highway. When he got me out the highway, I could see him flying back. And that’s the way our people taught me. Don’t ever touch or shoot an owl, orca, bear. They say that’s one of our people. And that owl looked after me – took me right to the highway.