Raven's Watch birds of a feather

"We have a tradition where retrieving a stone like this is a representation of a rite of passage and this one belonged to my abuela. I have been carrying it with me since my exile since it is all I have left of her. She taught me everything about balance, how necessary it is and how our people had strayed to far from it."

Mictec sighed of annoyance, not at Kirian but the reality of the impending doom of her people. "The pack had too many mouths to feed. I spent most nights out hunting far more then I should have but what was I to do, let a pack that I was being trained to lead fall apart before then?"

Anger she kept locked within her often laced with the words spoken of those who had hurt her. "They have lost sight of what was important, the stories our gods passed down onto us, of sacrifice and perseverance."