"Javor pledged himself to my father," you tell the gathered tribespeople. "He swore to stand by his side as a warrior. Then he scorned that duty and fled. How many more did the same? If they had stood their ground, perhaps the battle would have gone differently, and many of our kinsmen would still be alive."
"What about his body?" asks one woman.
"Let Javor share the fate of those he condemned," you reply. "Leave his body outside the settlement as food for the wolves and the crows."
You walk back to your yurt, your mood matching the dark sky overhead. The battle is lost, many of your tribe dead, your father among them. Whatever the future now holds for the Tribe of the Red Bear, it will be up to you to shape their destiny.
Next