Wolves? (eventually) Crows? Bears? Elk? What are you doing here in the tribe of the Pumas?
The night was quiet, except for the ever present song of the wind as it rushed over the landscape. The humans... most were asleep. The night belonged to something a bit more wild than that. Niyol sat quietly, majestically at the center of his village. The various totems of the tribe padded silently through the moonlight; playing, dozing, preparing for a hunt... making it seem as though the village never slept. So many different souls, so many different reasons for being here and suddenly, Niyol wanted to know of them. Sending out a soft bell chime, Niyol called the attention of the Tsolani totems towards the center of the village. One by one, totems appeared from the shadows, hearing the call of the Tribe's leader and joining him in the central circle of the village where the central fire was. The fire was banked now, soft glow lending an eerie air of power to the glowing eyes of the royally colored puma chief. When the circle was complete, he offered a feline grin to the assembled. He had decided that it was a fine night for a tale...
Brethren, I have never cared what skin you walk in, only that you contribute to our home. However, on such a fine evening and with our tribe prospering... I am curious about the paths the brought you here. Please, step forward, enlighten us; entertain us.
Niyol conceded the center of the circle, melting into the shadows, awaiting the first story teller.
