The Role of a Chief D

The Role of a Chief
(Grand Tundra / Frost)

Frost grips the side of her Grandmother's pelt. He stands beside her wordlessly as she delivers the final part of her speech in front of the vast crowd of Frozen Leos.

"And may Tundra carry your spirit to the next life."

"May Tundra carry your spirit to the next life" The crowd repeats her words.

A boat that holds their fallen Chief is slowly pushed into the calm waters and out to sea. Frost watches as a line of veteran hunters raise their bows and arrows- a special tip at the end of each arrow allows it to be set aflame.

On cue, they all ceremoniously release the arrow, and the boat that carries his father is engulfed. A wave of silent fills the group, as each one mourns the loss of their fallen Chief.

One by one, each Leo walks up to the pair, and gives a bow of condolence.

Frost remains stoic throughout it all. The hair covering his eyes makes it difficult to read his emotions, but the frown on his face is clearly visible.

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"Frost." Grand Tundra speaks. The funeral has long passed, but Frost has not moved from where his father departed.

Frost doesn't speak, but he looks up to his Grandmother.

"As the son of the Chief, you will have to fill the role of your father one day."

Frost doesn't give a reply, and casts his gaze at sea.

"Your father died protecting what he loved. The village is our home, and he’d do anything to keep it, and our people safe.”

Again, Frost doesn’t speak.

“I know it doesn't seem fair. Tundra can never be tamed, but we can adapt, and live by her side. I know one day, you will be the same. A strong Chief that everyone will look to for guidance.”

She kneels down and embraces the child. “Protect those that you love. Hold them close, and never forget.”

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