Grief. Pain. Emptiness. Firebringer's world explodes in a flare of raw emotion, boiling outward. Always, he'd had the comforting connections to his totem, and his pack. And now ... nothing.
In his chest, a white-hot flame, searing, growing, demanding release. He lets loose in keening cry of grief and loss that cuts like a knife through all present. Somehow, in the midst of the torrent of pain, his inner self remains, an iron bastion which bends the surrounding maelstrom into a finely-honed weapon.
The cry shifts from grief to pain as he leaps at Great Release, claws flashing out in a vicious swipe. The Anshega might not be in reach yet, but this spirit certainly was.
kuruth check passed
-1 essence to heal 1l