Role

Chapter 2

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| A cub is birthed from its mother. Its instincts are deep inside,
| sleeping, slumbering, much like the Ancients. In many ways, I see the
| Ancients as our instincts, yet we are still not aware enough to know
| them fully. I believe this is why only the wisest of us know even the
| smallest part of their mind.
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| It has often been asked, mostly by foolish citymen such as
| Klendalstak, how we could be free if we obey the Ancients. But I see
| the Ancients as our unawakened instincts. They only ask us to do what
| we would wish to if we were but aware enough to know it.
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| When I look out upon my Pack, my Family, I see hunters of the Night,
| the Sun, the Moon and more. From what I know of the Ancients, they are
| as varied or more so than all the hunters combined, each calling more
| strongly to certain wolves of the pack than others. I wonder if this is
| in part why Tjok may now give birth to any hunter in the Pack. He is
| ancient and wise and like me walks between the Sun and the Night. Which
| Ancients call to him the loudest? Can he hear the whispering of the
| Ancients of the Sun and Night just at the edge of his hearing?
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