We make no decisions without his say.”
Reluctantly the rest agreed, and one of the largest offered to carry the half-drowned man back to the settlement. There was one person still alive. As they entered the settlement, some of the group broke off to deliver their collection of scavenged goods from the wreckage and the hunt. The rocks crunched lightly as a hunter poked along the wreckage. Let’s wake the human and find out why it is here.”
Torlarrin, now a brawny, ruddy-brown wolf, huffed and laid the human on the ground. Bodies grew tall and became covered in various shades of thick fur. Shaman Vatea held the bottle under the human’s nose. His smirk grew wider as he explained, “You, human, may stay in our settlement under one condition only. “The spirits have spoken. Inside, the air was warm. Spirits from wherever he came from had followed and were looking for mischief.
