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She took a moment to consider what she should share. There were just too many good stories - it was difficult to pick one. How about the two-headed serpent then? She offered, carefully recalling the story in her mind. It's a good one.

Taking a breath, she began soon after. A long, long time ago during the first Summerwalkers reign, Mother Naawakwe, our first Birdwatcher, began to notice something strange during the long summer's journey. She spoke with animated movements, pausing to create tension. Injured birds on their path, grass and grounded plants dead and rotting in lines through the plains. It was something she had not seen since wolves made peace with the earth. Like most of her packmates she had been willing to dismiss it, until the birds began to flee that was. Her tone spoke of something dire, something yet to be told.

It was Naawake's responsibility to know the birds, to determine which flocks the Summerwalkers were to follow during the summer's journey. Bird's are easy to scare, quick to fly away, but this time she knew something was truly wrong. She gestured up to a tree where a few small birds sat, though they were quick to fly away upon being noticed. She first went to the Storyleader, Wasnodae, trusting that as the Summerwalker's founder she may understand what was going on. Naawakwe spoke of the birds, showed Storyleader the trails of death, but found no answers in her friend. The Birdwatcher begged, 'Wasnodae, you have travelled to the spirit world and back, you must have seen a creature who could have caused this', but the Summerwalker's leader shook her head. She told Naawakwe that if she wished to learn the cause, she must embark on a quest herself. She pauses for a brief moment now, checking to see if Mojag's interest has been held.