Kiitani nods his head, and holds an arm to both wolves "Here stand the sides of the nation. Raissa, Gentle and True. Draekin, Brave and Loyal. Think no ill of them, the spirits abound think no ill of these two creatures who grace our great world."<br/><br/>He steps back now, folding his cloak around him, like great eagles wings folding closed in settlement. His head is bowed and his wild black hair lends a crazed look to his form. "Speak your hearts now, great wolves of the Nation, for one shall grace our lives no more after this task is done." He steps back a little further, leaving the great open space before the fire. "People of the Nation! Hold Witness! Once you have spoken your hearts, Begin!"<br/><br/>The start was up to them now. Kiitani was one of many unwilling watchers of this fight. The older people of the nation knew the power of the wolves as they fought. So long before when they were young they held witness to a wolf fight, a pack schism. Those wolves who left were beast again, nothing more than animals.<br/>The Men, people who have left the Nation creep closer. They hear the crackle of fire and the rush of breath. They can smell the musk of frightened or worried animals and the odor of unwashed, drawn out people blended as one. Their animal spirits are crushed, and far below the surface, but still there...somewhere...for now. They hear the end of Kiitani's words as they drift closer, hiding in the dark, with no wind blowing.