"If we are to make anything of this, we have to put our cultures aside."
That is what she said to me. It is true, but can that really be? We both understand well that proceeding any other way would be impossible. Step away from our teachings and prosper, or latch onto our traditions for dear life and throw everything away? I'm not near strong enough, though as time goes by, my strengths are increasing daily; feeling the gift of the Gods present itself within my veins.
However, this is the least of anyone's worries. The fields have become littered by the Dark One's taint and each is having their head removed by my axe. -Sever the head and the body dies- How right you are, Shaman. How very right you are.
You have my arm, God of the Hunt. I shall pick up the slack where your chosen have become stretched thin. You have always saw me protected, now I shall do my best to protect them. But... Wars are stirring within. The Pack failing to come together, actions turning to betrayals and greed casting the pack into destruction. Do they not understand? It is not about each individual member, it's about all of them. First will become last and last shall become first. You have to sacrifice for each other in hopes of survival... I just wish the Pack could learn what it seems they have forgotten.
Sykala, Immortal Wolf, Master and God of the Hunt... I beseech thee. Bring something to reunite them before all is lost.
