Forest – Kindness and Killing

  The Love of Chiefs Our chief is a great man, powerful and smart. He loves children, and fights for his people like each one is his child. I am his nephew, but he treats me like a son. Every chief is commanded to see his people as children, but this chief lives it. Tonight I am fifteen. We feast after a great hunt. I think of another feast to come. In a month, we gather with the people of the low country. I will take Nanik as my first mate. Tonight, I drink too much, and go a short way into the forest to relieve myself. When I finish, I start back, and find myself surrounded by three shape shifters in the form of the great cats.

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