As a Bear

He was a member of a tribe
They called themselves
The Clan of the Bear
His name was Arcturus
Considered the greatest of men
Covered in scars
He led his clan in battle
When the path forward
Was divined from the stars
Fought with skills of the elite
They were those who never fell back
In battle they were wild
Wearing furs, bearing claws and swords
They fought with ardor
If they found an enemy they'd move forward
Never retreating, never falling
Dying in combat was not shame
In the glory of battle
Indeed, it was there
Where they would earn their name