"We step out of the caldera, not representing ourselves as individuals, but as one tribe. This is our first time attending such an event. We expect everyone to look out for each other."
"We are not refusing you the chance to find your partners or your calling. What we want is for us to work as a unit. We cannot let other tribes see us as weak."
"We must stand as the Spiritfang Tribe."
Uri's voice fell into their ears. When he said the last sentence, his eyes swept them. Clad in fur-lined clothing, they looked cohesive. They worked well together in the tribe. But, seeing the wider world. He was unsure whether they would be able to keep their senses.
"We say this, not to warn you. But you must know, our cohesion is what will set us apart from lesser tribes. If we fight among ourselves, it gives other tribes an opening to consider us weak."
"I'm sure no one wants that. So be nervous, be anxious, feel free to laugh loudly. But remember, we are one pack. When one rises, we all rise."
