The awareness she'd gained in her ritual with her brothers expanded beyond comprehension... but the tried-and-true connection she once held to the world slipped away at once. She was humbled, yet not overwhelmed by the power within her... It was familiar.
"This?"
Veeho nodded.
'It was my mother's' held in her throat, but she didn't speak the words. She slipped the ring off and without hesitation, she handed it over.
He took it with his rough hand and held it in his fist, then began to climb back up the tree with his spidery-horse legs. In English: "I prefer deer."