Eric felt that talking to the other clans would settle matters. His word held great sway among the other clans. Coming off the fresh victory against the wolf clan his legend would grow. It might mean more challengers which brought a melancholy. No fear of the challengers only regret at the possible loss of good clan warriors. The wolverine spirit pushed him too far when he faced opponents. His ability to stop fighting failed him. He buried more than his share of honorable clansmen who stood in his path after his berserk rage overtook him. This fact made even other clansmen leery of him.
This fear that others felt about him and his strength would cause them to hesitate if they wished to refuse him. Eric enjoyed the solitude of the journey. He traveled quickly hunting along the way when his hunger struck him. He smiled walking onto the sacred lands. The ancient stone markers signaled the border. Warmth entered him as he walked. The barrier between man and spirit felt thinner on these lands. The wolverine spirit that dwelt within warmed him as its hunger grew. He repressed it for now. Hopefully his will could keep it repressed until he left.
He saw clans wandering about talking with each other free until they saw him. His muscular form drew stares from all sides. A living legend walked among them. He enjoyed the adoration from the crowd. Should he talk to the chiefs separately or call to the crowd as a whole.
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