Lost Creek Hollow all that may seem is but a dream within a dream

Grayday gaped at the odd little woman, caught off-guard by her description of the sun. It was clear she preferred the night to the day, something that he thought on with no small amount of private amusement. After a moment, though, he cleared his throat and soldiered on through the surreal conversation.

"My family worships under the duality of the Cat and Calf," he offered, wondering if there were very many other religions out there. He'd never heard of a wolf worshiping anything other than the Cat and Calf, but then again, he did not have very many religious conversations. He wasn't sure he'd even talked to his own children about it - something he would have to remedy at some point in their lives. Day did not necessarily think that it was wrong not to worship the Cat and Calf, but it was certainly a foreign concept.