Early in the morning, before the dawn arrives, Ohren can be seen moving around the Crimson Quarter. Although he is no longer a shaman, the ritual must still be done. He mounts the severed head of the Avalancher over the doorway of the Spirit lodge, He places a severed paw over the doorway of four of the huts, His, Morzoth's, Naki's and Kirell's. The tail is hung over Barbaal's doorway, and the spine is put above Bambi's doorway. He marks the doors to every entrance with the blood of the Avalancher and uses the remaining pieces of its hide as the flap for the Doorway into the Spirit lodge. As he goes about his buisness, he chants and grunts in the angori tongue.
When finished with the buildings. Ohren strips down to his loin cloth and paints tribal symbols on his body with the blood of the Avalancher. He begins chanting and dancing around the quarter nonstop. If approached, he would not acknowledge anyone. He continues dancing till the sun goes down, at which point, he promptly falls flat on his face and remains motionless
Annaleigh's eyes narrowed and her ear twitched again. She reached up and swatted him across the ear with a soft paw. Finding no response she sniffed a bit and in another instant she was Angori once more, sitting crosslegged beside Ohren. She stood up and strode away, returning shortly thereafter with her staff and a waterskin.
Crouching down she laid a hand on Ohren's shoulder, "~Get up and don't make me eat you.~[heal 7]"
She waited for him to rouse before she offered to help him sit and passed him the full water skin, telling him quietly but firmly to "Drink."
Annaleigh brushed off her skirts with her free hand, the other encircled the larger male's back. She mrfed a little he put his arm over her and put a little of his weight on her. She nodded, leaving her staff where it lay on the ground. She would come back for it when Ohren was settled. "Yes, lets get you back to your hut."
She smiled at him a little, and then started forward, letting him set the pace.
Moving at his pace, the little Druid nodded, "Yes, you seem to be. What on earth have you done all day?"
Anyone watching may have found reason to giggle at the sight of the tiny Angori supporting Ohren. She seemed to be struggling a little, but her steps didn't falter and neither did her calm smile.
Ohren beams weakly with pride. "I is sancifieding de area for de Tribe. We is now real tribe. Kilt Abalanger and spread its bodies and stuffs around de area." He faulters a littlebit and stumbles. He catches himself and continues. "I has to does de richul to maked us real tribe. We is de Crimson Angori."
She let out another soft grunt as she caught Ohren and helped him right his stumble. "Oh? You made an official tribe now, huh? Congratulations to the Crimson Angori and the sanctifying of their tribe. "
She adjusted her footing and kept him moving. "How did the hunt for the Avalancher go? Oh, and did Nakigahara- that's that big one's name yes?- and the other male get whatever issue they had sorted out?"
"Errp!" Annaleigh squeaked as the larger Angori collapsed. She slipped out of the way and let him fall, unwilling to get squished. I'll heal whatever he bruised later.. She told herself. She looked down and crouched beside him.
She reached out a finger and poked him a few times, "Ohren? Oooohhreeennn?"
Annaleigh's eyes narrowed and she plopped to the ground with a hmph. She looked at her fellow druid and sighed. It was a losing battle. She certainly couldn't lift him and he just needed to sleep off his exhaustion. She left her half full waterskin by him, deciding he would be just fine to sleep it off where he was. Muttering to herself as she rose (The Bengal guides my every step [wild form]), she was once more in her cat form when she turned to leave. She trotted over, and picked up her staff carefully, trying not to leave any teeth marks in the wood.
She glanced back at Ohren one last time before padding off into the woods to return her weapon to it's hiding place and explore the town a little more. Hoping this form would keep her from getting cornered suddenly and leave her free to speak to people when she wished to- not to keep from being rude.
Ohren lays there for a few more hours. Letting the night pass. He would stir slightly over night and drinks some of the water. He would lay back down and start snoring sprawled out on the ground. Every so often, he would wake back up and drink from the skin the little horned woman left for him.
Some distance away, earlier in the day, within the treeline just outside Jastrey, a small horned figure slips a staff into the hollow of a tree before muttering, "~The Bengal guides my every step~ [wildform]." In an instant a cat stood where the Angori once had and set off for a day of exploring the town from a cat's eye view.
Later that day, bright amber-brown eyes light on the dancing Angori as he finally falls. Pointed ears twitch as the large, slim, spotted golden cat pads from the entrance of the Crimson Quarter to Ohren. She pokes at him with her nose, before looking around at the huts. They had been quite busy while she was away exploring the forests. She eyed the head of the Avalancher as she sat down wrapping tail over paws. Busy indeed, she thought, before poking at Ohren with her nose again.