Bonds of the Soul: Tribe

This story is true.

After the death of Father Wolf, the People had to take his place to keep the things of the spirit world from enforcing their rule on the flesh. But although Father Wolf had lost the strength and wisdom he needed to fulfill his role, the first packs were not yet strong enough to match him in his prime. We needed more strength to hold our own, and we needed to prove ourselves worthy of respect as well as fear.

Our father had sired children on female wolf-spirits only slightly less avidly than he had sired our own ancestors on Mother Luna. So the packs went to the spirit children of Father Wolf. The Firstborn among them had seen Father Wolf’s
decline, and though they couldn’t love the Uratha for taking his death upon ourselves, most of them knew our purpose.

But they were Incarnae, and proud. They wouldn’t show their bellies to half-flesh wolves, no matter who their race’s mother had been. If they were to give us their patronage, we would have to fight for it.

So we did, pouring out our hearts’ blood. Many valiant children of Mother Luna died in the struggle, but we proved ourselves. Fenris Wolf, the destroyer, was bested in battle. The elusive Black Wolf was tracked to his den. Death Wolf was
summoned with the strongest rites. Winter Wolf was brought to heel, and Red Wolf was made to swear an oath even he could not wriggle free of.

With the patronage of our half-brothers and half-sisters, we were now more than ever before. We were tribes.

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