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She gave a rather large smile at his nod, thrilled that he was so entertained.

At the word of Storyleader Wasnodae, Naawakwe embarked on her journey. She ventured far, far ahead of the Summerwalker's wandering group down the trail of dead grass. She spoke, making a wavering line with her claw in the ground. Soon she was lead into a dense forest, but it too had been helpless in the face of the creature Naawakwe chased. Her path was made clear by wilting trees and dying bushes.

No longer were the birds here to guide her, and Naawakwe for a moment felt that she was truly alone until the rustling of bushes filled her ears. Her head jolted, and only rabbit-lengths away from her slithered the largest serpent she had ever seen. With the bushes it had only just slithered through dead and yellowed, she knew that she had found the culprit. She emphasised many words as she spoke, looking to express the intensity of the scene. She was quick to address the creature, stumbling on her words as she noticed its second head. 'Serpent, with such might as you appear to have why do you wilt the land that carries you?' But the serpent did not answer, instead lunging at Naawakwe with it's leftmost head. The Birdcatcher jumped back, only just avoiding it's fangs which were surely deadly. As she told the story Waawaashkeshi suddenly jolted forward as she spoke of the lunging snake, mimicking the motion the best a wolf could before stepping back.

Since Storyleader Wasnodae had reunited the spirit world with the living world, Naawakwe and the other wolves thought they had found peace, but now she knew that this was not true. The two-headed serpent was the last piece of the old world, and she would have to kill it. It was hard to contain her excitement - this was her favourite part. Fighting the best she could over the span of five days, Naawakwe succeded in her efforts. Standing over the deceased serpent, she decided that it's head would make an excellent trophy. But, She paused, averting her eyes with a cheeky smile as though someone else may be listening. When Naawakwe took the head and the creatures blood spilled onto the earth, she knew instantly that through her actions she had returned evil to the living world. Returning to Wasnodae and the Summerwalker's, they each vowed to never again collect trophies. If something could not be used, they would not deprive the earth of what rightfully belonged to it.

She finished her story, looking to Mojag expectantly. She wanted to know his thoughts.