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I wanted my revenge, or at least the courage to save someone I love. In a forest as big as this, anything could happen. My mother, Fire Feather, was killed by a fox last winter as I watched in horror. As summer turned into fall, and fall into winter, I grew more intent on having my revenge. Courage, Courage . The wind seemed to whistle in my ears. That's all I need. I was calling Running Wind for that reason. Winter was the harshest time of the year, and the most haunting. My mother's ghost haunted me sun to moon. |