“You were supposed to be his brother,” Tanana said gently. “And you were. Until the very last breath.”
High above, a real eagle circled once against the pale sun. Then it turned and flew west, toward the mountains that had no names. brother bear sitka's funeral
“I’ll make it right,” Kenai whispered to the cliff. “I don’t know how. But I swear it.” “You were supposed to be his brother,” Tanana
Only Denahi stood beside him.
The wind did not howl that morning. It simply stopped. brother bear sitka's funeral
Kenai finally looked up. The stone eagle seemed to shimmer. For just a heartbeat, he thought he saw Sitka’s face in the rock—not stern or warrior-like, but calm. Almost smiling.
And the wind began to blow again.