Duck Lake Manifest Destiny

"Hmm," the Speaker tilted her head and frowned, thinking. She tested the strange name on her tongue, as if to taste it, "Sithis... I must admit I have never heard of the name. It is certainly new to my ears. In my religion, we believe the afterlife is something we cannot comprehend, merely touch through meditation and ceremony. Which is what I do...

"As a Speaker, it is my duty to, after a tribe-mate - er, apologies, packmate has died, to reveal the idea of what we called true spirit. The true intentions of the wolf in life after their death. I do this by gathering information and collecting history of the deceased through loved ones and otherwise. Then, after days upon meditation, something within me 'reveals' the true spirit. I cannot really explain how this happens. It is my voice, my inner thoughts, I can tell... But it is different. The thoughts are disconnected from me, as if I was speaking to a copy of myself. These thoughts do not outright tell me what this wolf was, but they piece together the puzzle of a wolf's life for me. It is very strange. But it is a ritual that my Tribe - pack - carried on for many generations. That is all I can explain, everything else is unknown to the ears of mortals."

She looked up at the half-blind pup, curious. "Very strange, how different religions can be. Do you worship this, Sithis, then?"