Firefly Glen Ut in ditt indre ventar bratt ein sti.

"once there was an angry man," kukutux began.

her people were known for their story-telling, for the cadence of limb and lift of paw that accompanied shifts in tonality, in eye, in body, shoulder, pelt, muscle.

"he was a very angry man, for he loved the sea so very much he had isolated himself from his people. 'you are wolf!' they told him. 'wolf hunts in the ice, in the forest, on the floes. wolf does not wish for the long salt to drink.'"

"but the angry man did not listen, and one day, he ran from home."

eye to eye, each of them; her chest swelling with a breath and with pride; "he stayed with the sea so long that the sea ghosts grew hungry. they began to eat pieces of him each time he came into their waves, and soon he had become no wolf at all, but something that swam fast."

"one day, this changed man returned to his village. but they did not know him, for he had become Akhlut, a wolf and orca, a thing of great power and hunting magick. the people did not believe he had been chosen, only that he was monster. and so they drove him away."

kukutux paused, lids fluttering.

"if they had listened, the man would not return to his anger. if they listened and saw his changing first, he would not have become Akhlut. we will all change as we grow. listen to the new part of the spirit as it speaks. share your anger with your clan. do not become something else."