Brother Bear Sitka's Funeral Better

The brothers react differently. Denahi is overcome with grief, while Kenai is consumed by furious anger . Kenai eventually leaves the funeral early to hunt down the bear he blames for Sitka's death, ignoring Denahi's warnings that revenge will anger the spirits. Musical Themes

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.

The story of Sitka's funeral spread throughout the land, a reminder to all of the importance of community, family, and the delicate balance of life. And as the seasons passed, Koda grew into a strong and wise bear, always carrying the lessons of his brother's life and death with him, and striving to live up to the example that Sitka had set. brother bear sitka's funeral

The shaman, Tanana, stepped forward. Her voice was old and thin as winter ice, but it carried across the clearing. “A hunter does not flee the shadow. He walks into it and brings back light.” She raised a caribou antler, carved with spirals of stars and salmon. “Sitka walked into the shadow for you, Kenai. For all of us.”

A Walt Disney Production: “Brother Bear” | by Mary McKeon The brothers react differently

“His name will be spoken at every hunt,” she said. “His story will be told at every fire. And when the northern lights dance, look closely. You will see him running with the caribou, diving with the salmon, soaring where the wind takes him.”

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

Denahi did not answer. He placed a hand on his younger brother’s shoulder, but Kenai shook it off like a wolf shedding water.

“I’ll make it right,” Kenai whispered to the cliff. “I don’t know how. But I swear it.”

The funeral rite was simple. No body to wrap in birch bark, no pyre to light. Sitka’s spirit had already left—they all felt it, a strange warmth in the cold air, like a hand on the back of your neck that wasn’t there. Tanana took a lock of fur from a white wolf, a feather from a golden eagle, and a shard of the broken ice bridge. She tied them together with sinew and placed the bundle in a cleft of the rock.