If it meant the end of the war he was content to die and become one with the clan’s spirit. He had been connected to his spirit all of his life so it shouldn’t be very different to take on another spirit. The Wolverine in him started to growl at him, it had never been a creature of peace but Eric was a being separate from it and he did want peace between the tribes.
“You will have to find another old friend, it is time we part ways,” Eric stared directly into the eyes of the giant wolverine.
“We can fight, you can win against them if you accept my help,” the Wolverine offered.
He shook his head, “The time for fighting the other tribes is at an end. We shall rise together like a pack of wolves.”
It would be very easy for the powerful spirit to strike him down but it gave a slight nod and vanished to find another to guide to the violence he craved. His body started to vanish, but it wasn’t painful, it felt like he was becoming lighter and freer. Figures started to form in the darkness around him, coming slowly closer, they became more clear, it was a pack of wolves.
“Welcome brother,” a giant black wolf with glowing white eyes.
Eric looked down that he was now a wolf as well with bright red fur, he had joined the pack. They would forever be hunting the enemies of the tribe, guiding those of the tribe who sought their wisdom, and running across the astral realm. Maybe in time he would have a pack of his own and grow the spirits that protected the tribe but for now, he had much to learn of this new existence.
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