I slowly lowered my head in acknowledgement to Orsin's statement. Yes, it would be foolish to expect anything less than a meeting with the Ursain leaders, particularly since my tribe, former tribe, had apparently declared war in the last three days. I almost wanted to say no to the tour; I didn't want anyone thinking I was some sort of military strategist planning more attack against the Ursain for the war. Cool breath drifted through my fur as Sudrysa breathed into the gentle village and sent the breeze through the leaves on each tree. I bowed my head, then turned to Orsin. "It would honor me if you showed me your village." I needed to see what injuries my tribe had inflicted if I ever wished to make amends. He began to introduce himself and I lowered my head. "I am Kaiya."<br/><br/>The tour was a simple, yet powerful testament to the last few days. As we passed the shrine for Tsukiyomi, the smell of freshly turned earth became strong. Graves. Freshly made graves. I barely had time to let this sink in; we moved from home to home, weaving through the shops, landmarks, and other bits of town. Throngs of glaring Ursain stared at me as they passed. As my paws fell on the earth gently, the terrible weight of guilt built within me. This was my tribe's doing.<br/><br/>We stopped in front of a daycare and I began to tremble. My claws ground into the dirt as they moved forward. Birami would have loved to play at such a nice area. Tears trickled down my cheek as I saw the two charms hanging from the fence of the daycare playground. My fur seemed to clump up and air felt like a distant memory. My heart felt like a lump of lead in my throat. When the cubs pawed and pushed at my soft fur, I could not feel anything. Their words fell on stone ears. A tear trickled down my cheeks and I struggled to stand. Orsin pulled them off of me and softly talked to them; I stared into the ground, slowly drying tears of guilt and anguish.<br/><br/>As the scout came to take me to the Ursain leaders, I bent my head in farewell to Orsin. The taunts of the Ursain weren't new; my father had taught me to keep a cool head around the Ursus at all times. I let each insult roll off my fur like water, giving calm responses to each question. I was an exiled member of the clan of Atma Kabile and Princess of the Sikari Tribe. I told them of Hara'eko's treachery. I spoke as the rightful ruler of Atma Kabile and humbly asked to join Ursus until I could reunite with my tribe and reclaim Atma Kabile. It was an honor that they accepted. As Orsin approached me once we were let out of council, I tipped my head low in respect. "I am one of you until my tribe can be reclaimed," I replied.