THE CALL
The time seemed right. Arvamea and I knew about how the Totem of the Blood Wolf worked, but we still hesitated. The location was remote, but close to fort Ebonheart, but not close enough to gather attention. It took us two days to set up the camp and begin using the White-Eye's artifact. Yet I seemed scared. My experience with other werewolves was violent and bloody, and using thetotem would meant that those urges will awaken in Blood Wolf's descendants. Arvamea jokingly assured me that she would protect me from others (and by seeing her in action I can honestly tell she is most dangerous women alive today), but I wasn't scared of their anger and rage. I was scared that all the effort, all the hard work will prove to be vain.
"They need to see leader in me" I've replied. “If I can't convince them, I can't be a leader. Activate it and let's get it over with".
They arrived - one by one. And when the last of them came, I had almost two dozen curious, angry and confused werewolves. I explained to them who I am, what I represent and how I "called" them. Surprisingly, most of them listened. They asked questions and I answered them as honest as I could. I showed them Stalhrims Skull and they had a chance to listen to the Lord of the Hunt. In the end, only few left, but all who remained were sceptical. But the first step was done and the Tribe was reborn.
The ones who stayed, months later are my Elders, Sacred Hunters and seasoned veterans known as Silver Claws. Still, there was a matter of trust that needed to be taken care of. And what is the best way for a werewolf bonding? Bloodshed.
Helseth.
