Chapter three: Aniwaya

—Year: 1550 America—

"The wolf, a symbol of strength, wisdom, courage and family. It can also have bad symbolic meaning like greed, fear and rage, but what you all should know is, the wolf brings our tribe strength for the hunt" Old nanna Shey said to the children as they sat around the campfire.

"No matter how scary they may seem to you young ones, remember this is their land, just as it is ours, we must respect them"

Blair stood one side behind a large totem post listening to the story, she was considered an outsider, to the children at least, to the adults an omen.

Her heart cramped, she wanted to be treated normally, she wanted to be a child, a friend, why is her gift being frowned upon? She rubbed her tearing eyes.

'Ssh little one, don't cry...'