This story was relayed to me from a post he saw from me, on another site! I loved it so I'm sharing it. The author's name is Jim Poushinsky.
I am not indigenous in this life, but I do have a spiritual connection to animals. I was one of the few kids from the mining town were I lived who went into the forest alone in the winters, and the wolves would keep track of me.
My first summer job at university was working on a government survey in the Albany River watershed near James Bay. I shared a tent with the helicopter pilot. One night I had a lucid dream in which I was in a nearby old abandoned cabin that had been used long ago by First Nation fishermen. The were long gone, and I found myself holding up the wooden table to block the window against a huge Timber Wolf who was trying to get in.
I remembered the wolves from childhood had never harmed me, so I let the table drop to see what the wolf wanted. The table fell knocking me down so I was trapped on my back under it with my head sticking out. The wolf walked in on top of the table and looked down at me with his face a foot or so above mine. It was panting with its tongue out. I thought it was because it had been trying so hard to get in. Then as it stared at me its eyes turned to glowing coals.
I heard a noise and looked to the side to see the pilot had been holding the door shut, and had followed my lead and opened it. More Grey Wolves came in and sat in a semi-circle facing me. They too were panting as their eyes turned to glowing coals. Then I noticed there was a haze in the air, like faint smoke. And suddenly I realized the wolves were telling me the tent I was sleeping in had filled with smoke from a problem with our smoldering wood stove!
I woke up and opened my eyes which immediately stung from the thick smoke! I was paralyzed by the carbon monoxide and unable to move, so closed my eyes to a bit more, then told myself I was dying and must get up!
I was on my back and managed to curl my fingers around the cot frame, then gave a convulsive jerk that flipped the cot on it's side throwing me onto the floor and breaking the paralysis so I could crawl to the tent flap and open it! The dense smoke poured out and the pilot awakened. We both would have died then, more than 50 years ago if the wolves hadn't been watching over me and made me understand what was happening in the dream encounter. So I have to disagree about only indigenous people having spirit animals.