Poison and cold resistance, the Alpha had carried more than strength, it carried survival against the elements.
"A fine harvest," he whispered. "Not just for me, but for all of us."
Around him, his warriors still murmured, buzzing with excitement over their own changes. Some sparred lightly, testing their newfound power, while others simply sat with pride, grinning like children gifted with treasures.
...
When the essence rituals were complete, the camp shifted to the next task. Blades flashed, ropes tightened, and hands moved with practiced rhythm as they processed the carcasses of the slain bears.
Meat was cut and divided, hides bundled, bones set aside for tools, and the most valuable parts stored carefully. The air smelled of iron and smoke, but also of victory.
