Nate wondered if she could really speak Jay, or if they'd figured out some kind of gesture-and-pantomime to convey the gist of things. Or if she just used the birds chatter as an excuse to offer clever quips behind an intermediary. Couldn't fault her for that. Nate huffed an unruffled laugh.

Well, I suppose being part of the land is kind of the idea. Though, Nate looked down at mudstained fur, I don't think my ancestors had quite so literal an interpretation in mind. Keeping the natural balance, though, respecting everything that grew as a living thing with a will and spirits to guard it, he kind of liked living in a place where it was possible to do that again.

Clans, though. A nod. You're Unole by default. Wind. It's the place for strangers, newcomers, diplomats and counselors. Kinda helps keepin' 'em together. He inclined his head. Nothing wrong with staying there, if it feels right. But we have others, for healers, and hunters, warriors, gardeners... They had no gardeners, yet. He'd taken it upon himself to help in that role. Hence the dirt bath.

But what would Sheauga choose to be? How much do you know about the other clans? What kind of interests do you have?