September 26, 2020, 12:49 PM
memories of trees and fields and nothing more; nothing more to offer, to give, she left the ruins of their once home without so much as a muttered prayer. their god had forsaken them, burned their home to ash and dust, leaving those lost in the blaze to smolder beneath their sins.
she knew that the high elk did not roam there any longer, nor did any of his disciples as they once had. the déorwine wolves had been right to move on, but to fall under the favor of him once more, they would need to make some changes to their doctrine.
why else would the high elk have left them? fréobearn wondered, if not for their neglect of his doctrine? their kind had become weak, too polluted by the way of the world, and that was why he’d performed this final purge of evil.
no; she would forbid the others return, if only to preserve that which remained.
she knew that the high elk did not roam there any longer, nor did any of his disciples as they once had. the déorwine wolves had been right to move on, but to fall under the favor of him once more, they would need to make some changes to their doctrine.
why else would the high elk have left them? fréobearn wondered, if not for their neglect of his doctrine? their kind had become weak, too polluted by the way of the world, and that was why he’d performed this final purge of evil.
no; she would forbid the others return, if only to preserve that which remained.
are they here?fréo asked quietly, her gaze following the drifting red of falling flowers. a breeze blew past her nose, sharing the scent of her siblings as an answer to her question. satisfied and determined, she turned her head upward to announce her arrival, then proudly wandered closer to the scent’s source.