Madzimoyo was sitting with by himself by the waterfalls he watched as the water crashed down and down like a life it kept going no matter what happened. Also like life it could be very loud and very beautiful, he personally believed that it was also like the spirit and never ended, continuing even after the body had finished this chapter of its journey. He smiled at the thought it was a good one he thought. He hoped to share his beliefs with others if they came to the jungle home that Ime and he had decided to settle down at.
He took a deep breath of the warm misty air of the jungle it was wonderful he closed his eyes listening to the crashing water of the waterfall. He allowed his mind to wander perhaps he could find another spirit that needed his help to wash the past away and start a new journey. Madzimoyo was a shaman he had been a rouge for a long time, now he wished to start a group of his own. It would not be a pack though because Madzimoyo didn't believe that was the correct way to live. He was open to living with all creatures.