Brother Bear Sitka's Funeral [upd] -

Kenai turned on her, his voice cracking. “He’s dead because of me! I was supposed to watch his back. I was supposed to—”

And the wind began to blow again.

The wind did not howl that morning. It simply stopped. brother bear sitka's funeral

Kenai finally looked up. The stone eagle seemed to shimmer. For just a heartbeat, he thought he saw Sitka’s face in the rock—not stern or warrior-like, but calm. Almost smiling. Kenai turned on her, his voice cracking