The chief and his son struck at Hohaku, cursing him. So great was his rage that he darted across the fire pit and bit the chief’s hand. But the old chief chose Hohaku’s brother as his son’s hound. When the day came, Hohaku sat proudly, waiting to be called. If the humblest of his people would not trust Hohaku, how could he? The day might come when his boy’s life would depend on this dog.

But as his son grew, the chief watched more closely. With each complaint, the chief saw only Hohaku’s strength and pride, and sent his people away. Hohaku’s pride swelled, and many people of the tribe came to the chief, quietly whispering of his dog’s bullying. Years passed, and the time for the chief’s son to take a war hound came closer. The young hound became arrogant, taking food from his kin and warning them – in the way of dogs – that the chief’s family would punish them if they tried to attack him. He grew up a fine, strong pup, destined to be the partner of the chief’s eldest son. They named him Hohaku and gave him everything. “Before our fathers’ fathers came down from the mountains a warhound was born to the elder bitch of a tribal chief.

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