Funeral ^hot^ | Brother Bear Sitka's

Only Denahi stood beside him.

The shaman, Tanana, stepped forward. Her voice was old and thin as winter ice, but it carried across the clearing. “A hunter does not flee the shadow. He walks into it and brings back light.” She raised a caribou antler, carved with spirals of stars and salmon. “Sitka walked into the shadow for you, Kenai. For all of us.” brother bear sitka's funeral

Kenai turned on her, his voice cracking. “He’s dead because of me! I was supposed to watch his back. I was supposed to—” Only Denahi stood beside him

“It should have been me,” Kenai whispered. ” Kenai whispered.