Lighting the herbs, Vatea took a deep breath and opened his mind to the word of the spirits. Spirits from wherever he came from had followed and were looking for mischief. Sex The shaman, an elder wolf of dark grey fur and golden eyes, sat up, his beads clicking softly in his mane and in the jewelry around his neck and arms. Voices filled his mind, each offering advice or demand. “Bad luck,” said another. “You are to become a woman of the clan and serve our people as one. His smirk grew wider as he explained, “You, human, may stay in our settlement under one condition only. He took the paw of the mate at his side and gave it a kiss, telling her to wait before stepping forward to greet the crowd. If you do not, you will die here and now!”
“Expedition!” Dyri finally exclaimed. He couldn’t speak as fear gripped his throat tighter than a snake. The shaman uncorked a bottle given to him by one of his wives; each nose in the area twitched as the scent of bitter salts pierced their senses. As they entered the settlement, some of the group broke off to deliver their collection of scavenged goods from the wreckage and the hunt.
