Emberwood Hearth

She appeared disheartened, but continued on. Citali listened as well as she could, but it all sounded very complex upon her ears. Nevertheless, she nodded as the fiery female prattled, offering more description to her unique skill set. She wished the girl well, truly, however Citali was a very practical wolf. In her eyes, dead was dead. She did not desire to dabble with them or try to speak to them on the "other side". Those who remembered them would remember, and those who didn't likely didn't care enough to know. In her eyes, it was all very simple.

This wolf? She appeared to have quite the challenge before her. The ritual she spoke of seemed rather unique and of a flavor that would appeal to a few, certainly, but not any she knew (which wasn't many). "Perhaps... not so much rebuilding a culture so much as finding a way to integrate it?" If she was looking for a replica, Citali was no so certain she would find it. But if she were willing to sacrifice some elements in order to share her talents with others, she might find a good fit somewhere.