CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY
One member of the bear clan steps, skinny and ruddy faced, steps forward. “Could the wolf girl read the poem again?”
Barrett hands the carving back to me with a commanding grunt. I obey, reading the inscription slowly, clearly, and loudly.
“Yeah, I know some of those lines,” the bear says.
“Where from?” Barrett asks.
“My mom used to sing a song like that,” he tells us. “But it wasn’t about a blood feud or a curse or anything like that. It was longer, and kind of different.”
“Different how?” Barrett sounds like he’s getting impatient now, and I don’t exactly blame him.
The tall bear clan member looks nervous, twisting his hands together. “I’m not sure if it means anything, or what it means…”
“Damn it, Rocky, just tell us what the song said!”