The New Journey of White Wolf

I have just come into knowledge that I am not the lone White Wolf, a white man walking the red road, that I have come to believe. In speaking of my journey to my mother this past weekend, I came to find out that I do have Native blood. It appears that my grandmother never spoke of her grandmother because she didn't like her. Her grandmother was full blooded Huron. My mother said that my aunt uncovered it while tracing the family roots back through Canada to France. She was tracing the Authier family and came to find out about Claire Champagne. My aunt also treated Claire as a side shoot not worth following as she continued to trace the family back to France via Canada. While my family has no interest in their Native heritage, my red heart does. I did find that the Huron were once a large powerful Nation that had split after the great war with the Iroquois. The members of the rock clan merged with the Onodagas, and the remaining bear clan merged with the Mohawk. Others went south. I have been told that the Wenandot are that branch. I have a lot to learn about the Huron, but specifically I have to find the story of Claire Champagne, if there is one. In the end, I may still be the lone wolf, walking outside the circle, unable to prove the blood that flows. What I do know is that my heart is and always has been red. I just haven't had the culture and teachers to make the outside of me so.