no one can say these things. you must wait for the spirits to speak. cen's mind continued to stray toward an image of fa'liya lagging further and further behind until she disappeared from view. his sense of the Long March and lanzadoii demands upon a child clashed with his paternal concern. quickly the chieftain found that he was not able to reconcile the two, and this was its own struggle.
but it seemed fa'liya would accept. go out among the caribou and speak to them. ask for their guidance. fast for two nights. a dream will come upon the third. it had been a long while since he had spoken with a ghost talker -- he pulled from memory any similar words and offered them to his daughter -- to a child who he hoped would take a permanent place in the band if hunting was beyond her strength.
after that, you will come back to me. i will tell the others, and from that moment on, you will seek dreams and interpret them before the clan. vague. heavy. he had never made a child into this before and he was not sure how the spirits would welcome her. but this, was, he felt, fa'liya's chance to ascend into a position that benefited all of the sun wolves who might hear her voice.