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Powerful ones, she told Val. Wise ones. She smiled, glad that he was interested in learning more. She hadn't yet had a chance to really teach someone else about the bear and how they lived with them. With the war and their numbers getting much lower, there hadn't been the opportunity. Val was the first wolf to join them in some time. 

Arielle laughed when he asked if they were going to feed him to the bears to honor them. We honor them by living peacefully with them and giving them everything that we have, the healer explained. And by listening to them when they speak—being grateful for their knowledge. So much of it was each member's personal relationship with the bear. 

So no, we are not keeping you here to feed you to the bears. She lifted an eyebrow. But if to eat you is what they want, then we likely wouldn't stop them, she added, her tone ambiguous as to whether or not she was joking.