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Her response was compassionate -- something Hiram felt to be in short supply as of late. He smiled wistfully. If the rest of the pack had just accepted Raas, allowed his light to heal them all, then perhaps the grotto wouldn't have become so fragmented. But, they were all so resistant. "I'm sorry as well," he spoke, but he was sorry for them, for they had removed themselves from the blessings of Raas and would surely face hardship by the Lord's vengeful hand.

"I suppose it isn't their fault. Wolves are but fickle creatures," decided the man as he shifted his weight, moving his hips comfortably against her own. "They flit from one thing to the next -- consumed with their own wants and fantasies." This was something he knew personally, as his own selfish desires ruled his actions. It was simply the condition of being mortal, he supposed. Thankfully, Raas was a forgiving God to those who asked.