by Orolin » Wed Sep 16, 2015 8:50 pm 
And so they came to the wise woman, they spoke to her.
They told her of great deeds they had accomplished, look wise woman, they said
The mighty bear lies dead, and soon we shall grow strong, it shall nourish us, as many of us have nourished it.
They gave to her a fang, a single trophy of the kill they had made. And in her hands, it pulsed with life.
Do you not feel it, as I feel it?
The wise woman asked of the hunters, giving a feeble smile.
You give of your hunt to me, as a gift. But I return it to you as the treasure it truly is.
She held the fang aloft, as it glowed with the power of the earth, the fury of the bear from which it had been taken.
There is power yet within this fang. Take it, young hunters.
And fashion of it a necklace, that you may wear it above your heart.
Let the fury of the bear be your strength.
