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Only Denahi stood beside him.

The wind did not howl that morning. It simply stopped. brother bear sitka's funeral

Kenai stood at the base of that cliff. He did not cry. His eyes were dry, red-rimmed, and fixed on the stone eagle. His fists were clenched so tight that his fingernails bit crescents into his palms. Behind him, the village waited in silence—elders wrapped in furs, women with ash smeared across their cheeks, children who did not yet understand why the drums were not beating. Only Denahi stood beside him

“You were supposed to be his brother,” Tanana said gently. “And you were. Until the very last breath.” brother bear sitka's funeral

And the wind began to blow again.