I never looked up Wolfsong...I was in shock, and sad. I knew him a little bit, my husband a lot more. We were living in Albuquerque NM at the time. I had a nightmare, I saw a wolf being beheaded. In the morning Myra called my husband to tell him what happened. Wolfsong was gone.
It was a tragedy for his family and his community. My husband would sometimes play his flute while Wolfsong told his stories.
Rest in Peace my friend...