They give their flesh and hide to men as thanks for releasing them.  The Ainu preserve the head and bones of the bear to facilitate the return of the kamui.  They offer prayers to the bear, the best tonoto, and many inau said to be very pleasing to the gods.  The bear god is as living and as vital as the men who kill him, and there are many stories about the bear god at the iyomante.  The story of the small pot mentioned previously is an excellent example.  This story is told by the bear kamui as a first-person narrative:

I am the bear kamui who came from the land of the gods to protect the mountains.  Even though we are gods, we are not allowed to visit the land of the Ainu anytime we wish, but must wait until we perceive an Ainu who is worthy, one who makes the best inau and has a noble spirit.  I heard of such an Ainu and decided to visit him, to become a guest (maratto-ne) .  I found him and made myself visible to him.  When he saw me, he took out an arrow and shot.  I felt the first arrow and then two or three more.  I do not remember what happened after that, but I awoke soon, and saw that my body and my head were separated and that I, as a spirit, was positioned between my ears.

The Ainu had recognized me as a great kamui, the god of the mountain, and had decided to return me to the land of the gods.  They announced me to the goddess of fire and she welcomed me, greeting me many times and very politely.  The villagers brought me around to the east side, and I entered the hunter’s house through the sacred window and was placed by the hearth.  I was then offered dumplings and other wonderful foods, and sake.  That was the beginning of the party, which was wonderful.  We all ate and danced.

During the dancing, I noticed a very small dancer who was better than all the rest.  He moved to the right and to the left, and even did somersaults.  I truly enjoyed watching him.  Then came the teller of the Yukar.  It seems that when they want to send a bear to heaven, they tell the Yukar from the beginning but stop just before the end, so that the bear will want to return to hear the rest.  But I could not forget the little man who was such a good dancer.  Because I wanted to know who he was and why he danced so well, I set about becoming a guest at the Ainu’s house again.

Then one time, as we all had become too tired to dance anymore, I happened to see that among the pots hanging on the wall, the smallest pan was shaking.  Then I knew that the dancer was the kamui of the small pot.