It's been nearly a month since I last saw the White Wolf appear in the tribe.
Although this isn't the first time it has left, something feels different this time.
An air of unease hangs over the tribe, as if the people have lost an important pillar of support.

Many believe that the White Wolf left because it was no longer happy here-perhaps it was disappointed in some of the decisions we made.

But others hold a different view.
They believe the White Wolf left because it saw that our tribe had grown strong and prosperous, and so it decided to go aid those still struggling in hardship.

After all, the White Wolf has always been regarded as the embodiment of the ancestral spirits, and we are not the only Kanamian tribe that exists.
Whatever the reason, our people's reliance on the White Wolf has never wavered. Its presence gave us a sense of peace-so long as it was with us, we felt we could withstand any threat.
Now that it's gone, that sense of safety has vanished with it. And it has led me to question: as a ■■, have I, in some ways, strayed from the guidance of the ancestral spirits?