Emberwood Hearth

Saraphine seemed to be visibly disappointed that the she-wolf in front of her did not share such an interest in Speaking. But she digressed, even Speaker herself knew that such a task her father had bestowed upon her would not be an easy one. She needed to expect disinterest. Speaker nodded at Citali, continuing.

"It was and is a very important role, because it answers one vital question to the deceased as if you were speaking to them personally, which is why we are called Speakers." she lowered her head, her gaze taking on a glint of awe-filled wariness. Her voice echoed in a note of ominousness and finality, "That question is, who are you? Most wolves live out their lives without once revealing themselves to the world. Speakers were both revered and sometimes even feared because of their ability to see through the facade of bone and flesh."

She shook her head, "Ah, but I'm being a chit-chatting feather-headed songbird. I am probably boring you. Pardon me. It was a task that my father had bestowed upon me, to tell as many wolves as possible about our ways in hopes someone would listen and rebuild our culture from when it fell." Speaker shook her head sadly, "I only hope you are right in saying that a pack will be interested enough to consider the ritual, however rebuilding a culture with your own paws will be no easy task, for certain..."