origin ver. section3(7)
Freyja’s voice was quiet — she had never heard this story herself. “Is there a way to stop this evil from spreading?”
“Perhaps,” Anara said. “Only the leader of the Greymanes possesses the strength to close the gate. Thunder and Fang must accompany me to the site, where I will—”
“Wait a moment,” Thane snapped. Every gaze in the room fixed on him. “Does this not… seem strange?”
Fang scoffed. “It’s a pox on our clan, been festering for generations. Of course it’s strange.”
“I mean,” Thane continued, “this bear appears from nowhere in the barrow! Dead bodies all about!”
Anara narrowed her eyes. “These are strong accusations.”
Fang cuffed Thane’s ears with a flat paw. “She saved Sky from the vile magicks of the barrow!” He lowered his head, teeth bared.
“The Rot,” Anara said.
“Sky would be no more had it not been for her,” Fang barked.
“But…” Thane was grasping for the right words.
“What are you trying to say, Thane? Speak!” Thunder rose to his feet, ears folded low.
Thane could feel a heat rising in the nape of his neck, his paws beginning to shake. “I’m saying we don’t know where this bear’s from, what it’s doing here, what it did to Sky!”