Whitebark Stream the last of her tribe

he asked of her clan! it would not bring her sorrow to speak of them, even if the wound of their deaths still ached raw. but instead, she would speak of them with pride. they would be remembered, by a lanzadoii no less! "my people were strong. fierce. they hunted with vigor. you would have liked them." she stated with a broad, crooked grin. "there were not many, but it was family."

she continued with a sway of her tail, a glint of pride in her eyes. "we were nomadic, too. tradition still strong. but sickness came. first were the young; too weak to fight it. our shaman could only do so much." a tint of sadness, a dip of her head. "it spread like fire. i watched them fall, one by one, until only i stood."

she paced, restless. "i buried them. they rest now, and their souls stampede with caribou." she finished with a proud smile. their deaths were not in vain; how happy they would be, to see her walk among kin!

cen spoke of his own bloodline. a sister, a son, a wife heavy with his progeny. "i will meet them all!" she declared triumphantly. she would find home now, with new family. "take me to your home. i wish to mourn alongside family. i wish to hunt alongside my kin."