Sky Iron sang out the last of the ritual, a soft, insistent cry in the Uremehir, ending the of phrase in a soft growl. It was not the way of Iminir to beg the presence of spirits, even patrons of lodges. After a time, the air grew thick with a hot, rank scent, like wet dog but worse.
She bowed, more comfortable in her Dalu form than she was in Hishu, and addressed the spirit in the First Tongue.
"Greetings, most honoured Scarred Bear. I have meat and berries for you."
The great, shaggy bear that stood before her snorted.
"Daughter, I do not need you to hunt for me."
"But it is proper that I bring you an offering, to thank you for your time."
The spirit nodded, and lowered his mouth to the rich, thick meat left for him. As he ate, Sky Iron crouched down carefully, stretching her stiff leg out for balance, taking in the sight and scent of his thick, dark fur and the scars that split it in so many places for a few long moments before speaking.
"I have heard tales from one who wishes to speak with you. His name is Father Gregory, Oathkeeper. Hirfathra Hissu, Cahalith, of the Watchers Children of Los Angeles."
The bear grunted, stopping just short of a growl.
"I have no time for cubs, Daughter."
"He's not a cub. His tales are well known- he sings with all the Glory of Luna Remembering, and shares the Wisdom of Luna Contemplating. I've known him for years, honoured one- he is no more a cub than I am."
"Does he know what it is to walk towards his death?"
"Every day of his life, Scarred Bear."
"Has he walked his Last Mile?"
"Yes, Scarred Bear."
"Was it worthy?"
"He faced down a pack of Lune-Touched Uratha, and destroyed the Cahalunim-magath that had made them crazy. They had been there for decades, perverting the Oath, and he broke that cycle. He will be deaf in one ear and blind in one eye for the rest of his life, and will always walk with a limp. I think it is worthy. If you wish to see the evidence of his deeds, you may find it in the place humans call New Mexico."
The bear grunted again, and buried his nose in the bowl of cranberries left for him. There was a few moments of silence, broken only by the sound of eating. When Scarred Bear looked up, his white-flecked muzzle was stained red.
"I know this one that you speak of. He will take my lessons to heart. That you speak so well of him is good. I will seek him out."
The spirit rammed his head into Sky Iron's weak right leg. She flinched and snarled, twisting on the ball of her left foot, falling into a defensive position. Her eyes flashed with rage and a growl rattled in her throat. Scarred Bear grunted his approval, and pressed his cold, wet nose against her hand.
"My children only get stronger, better, as they get older. Never forget that, Daughter."
She relaxed, easing down from the edge of getting into a fight she couldn't possibly win, hand running down the side of the massive bear's neck.
"I won't, honoured Scarred Bear. That's a lesson written in my flesh. I won't forget. And neither will Oathkeeper-k'ruuk."
She bowed, more comfortable in her Dalu form than she was in Hishu, and addressed the spirit in the First Tongue.
"Greetings, most honoured Scarred Bear. I have meat and berries for you."
The great, shaggy bear that stood before her snorted.
"Daughter, I do not need you to hunt for me."
"But it is proper that I bring you an offering, to thank you for your time."
The spirit nodded, and lowered his mouth to the rich, thick meat left for him. As he ate, Sky Iron crouched down carefully, stretching her stiff leg out for balance, taking in the sight and scent of his thick, dark fur and the scars that split it in so many places for a few long moments before speaking.
"I have heard tales from one who wishes to speak with you. His name is Father Gregory, Oathkeeper. Hirfathra Hissu, Cahalith, of the Watchers Children of Los Angeles."
The bear grunted, stopping just short of a growl.
"I have no time for cubs, Daughter."
"He's not a cub. His tales are well known- he sings with all the Glory of Luna Remembering, and shares the Wisdom of Luna Contemplating. I've known him for years, honoured one- he is no more a cub than I am."
"Does he know what it is to walk towards his death?"
"Every day of his life, Scarred Bear."
"Has he walked his Last Mile?"
"Yes, Scarred Bear."
"Was it worthy?"
"He faced down a pack of Lune-Touched Uratha, and destroyed the Cahalunim-magath that had made them crazy. They had been there for decades, perverting the Oath, and he broke that cycle. He will be deaf in one ear and blind in one eye for the rest of his life, and will always walk with a limp. I think it is worthy. If you wish to see the evidence of his deeds, you may find it in the place humans call New Mexico."
The bear grunted again, and buried his nose in the bowl of cranberries left for him. There was a few moments of silence, broken only by the sound of eating. When Scarred Bear looked up, his white-flecked muzzle was stained red.
"I know this one that you speak of. He will take my lessons to heart. That you speak so well of him is good. I will seek him out."
The spirit rammed his head into Sky Iron's weak right leg. She flinched and snarled, twisting on the ball of her left foot, falling into a defensive position. Her eyes flashed with rage and a growl rattled in her throat. Scarred Bear grunted his approval, and pressed his cold, wet nose against her hand.
"My children only get stronger, better, as they get older. Never forget that, Daughter."
She relaxed, easing down from the edge of getting into a fight she couldn't possibly win, hand running down the side of the massive bear's neck.
"I won't, honoured Scarred Bear. That's a lesson written in my flesh. I won't forget. And neither will Oathkeeper-k'ruuk."