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Just when the tribe had thought the storm had done all the damage it possible could, the body of one of their own had been found. Nayati did not know Theodoric well, they had only met a handful of times, and had only talked in depth once. He had liked the man though, and to lose any member of the tribe in such a way was a horrendous loss. The snowstorm had taken much from them, nearly everything it could. Material possessions were replaceable. They could rebuild their huts, regain the tools and trinkets they had lost in the chaos. A life could never be won back though. They, as mortals, did not hold the power to restore Theodoric to life. It was a permanent loss, one that could never be replaced with anything else. It made the hunter's heart ache in his chest.
He stood by the Adagio Creek and the red boat that held the body of their deceased tribesmember. The Gadui Kanati was not a man to cry easily, and he did not now, but the sorrow held in his pale blue orbs were apparent to anyone who would look. It did not matter that he had not know Theodoric well, he was an AniWayan, and attending his funeral was not a choice it was an obligation. The very least that anyone could do for him. There was not much left after the storm, but he had wanted to give the foreign man some small gift. He had chosen the white dreamcatcher he had found in the old human town all those months back. Once Dawali was done setting the ember from the Great Fire on his chest, Nayati walked slowly up and tucked the dreamcatcher into the boat beside the man. "Wakan Tankan Nici Un," he whispered as he stepped back, his head bowed solemnly.