The games were hosted again, and in the gathering, zakru were lost. The zeswa grieved the loss of their companions. This was all harding's fault. She dropped a Valkyrie onto the great games camp. It was like the sun decided to descend upon the land and wreck everything in its path taking any life.It felt necessary.

Even now, after harding was dead and everything seemed to be at peace again minang mourned the loss of the great beasts and was thankful for the ones that made it.

Your clan is there, they helped as much as they could, in the aftermath to assist in helping the other clans recover.

So here she sat, painting the bones of the zakru that have now passed on. Now that they had been avenged, she does so, with a lighter heart, preferring to remember the good memories of these great beasts over their meaningless death.

"She was always such a playful beast. Loved to tease tamu when he was nearby" She says to you as she lets her finger stroke. The glowing white paint over the sandy colored bones.