The tribe is growing as families bear many healthy sons and daughters, raising them into strong, capable tribesmen and women. One child, however, is struggling to feel a part of the tribe. They seem to have difficulty being understood, and often appear to be lost in their own world. The last few moons have even seen them succumb to vocal outbursts in their sleep, frightening many. How can the tribe tackle this troubling matter?
We will worship this child as a channel of the spirits of the wild, and let their presence reflect our glory.
The child must be treated as an ordinary soul with an extraordinary ailment.
Let us not harbor any of the weak among our number.