Fables and fortunes, stories and stars — Nate let his own imagination be swept away a little by Sheauga's musing. He grinned. Well, as a matter of fact... there is.

He let his gaze linger for a moment on the blue jay, throwing Nokomis a curious, thoughtful appraisal before returning to Sheauga's face. Tsiskwa, Bird Clan. They're guides for the soul. My people I grew up with had a particular set of beliefs, but — He flicked an ear. Well, there's a lot of us now from all walks and places, I think it only makes sense to pool our knowledge. Sounds like exactly the sort of calling you describe, even if your spirits might be different from mine.

Were the his spirits? It was impossible to deny that something magical existed in Mythris after all that'd happened. But for the Tsalagi, it wasn't magic so much as the way of the world. As a talking wolf who'd since crossed roads with Valkyries and gods, Nate found it easier to believe in each animal having a protector and a clan of their own, even if he wasn't quite sure where the balance lay between Creators.

Still, wouldn't his father be rolling in the grave to know his Catholic son was living wild, like an 'animal', promoting spirits and Eduda's stories beside the verses of the Good Book!

Well, Cato hadn't lived through an apocalypse, so maybe his ghost didn't get to have an opinion on things.

Nate was curious. His tail wagged, Birds in the old stories could touch other planes, and carry prayers to the Creator. Their feathers were powerful... getting one as a gift meant something important had happened in your life. As Tsiskwa, you would take on the role of gifter, too.