Today, I walked into the night again for the first time in a long long while. Today, I walked up the hill to the moment at the Heart of the Night. It felt liberating, powerful.
For the longest of time, that hill that I knew held power was just mundane, for the power had been taken from me.
But now, in the frozen forests of the North, the Bear is waking, stretching its arms. Its sleep has been long, and the waking still not certain.
The sadness of the lone Wolf will not depart our shaman completely, the Bear cannot be truly complete without his Other. But with the full power of the Night waking, it can only be a matter of time.