Duck Lake Manifest Destiny

Despite the explanation, Potema frowned at the thought. "I still wouldn't like being told what to do from the moment I was born." She liked to explore her options, especially when it concerned magic and herbs. There was so much potential in either subject; sometimes they could even be combined! What if she was chosen to be a warrior? She knew she could have changed in this Speaker's tribe, but what if there was a place where you didn't have that choice? It would suck.

Be thankful that Sithis placed your soul in this vessel, in this place. A voice murmured, seemingly far off. Of course she was thankful. Her mother encouraged her to be curious, after all.

"I'm not from around here, but I am in a pack." She didn't know the names of the packs up north, not even in the south, either. She never truly cared about that; Cic' probably knew, since he explored much earlier than she did. "Not everyone in my pack is religious. It's encouraged, but it's their choice." She couldn't recall if anyone worshipped other gods or goddesses or spirits like this flame-pelted wolf did. It was never an issue, so perhaps that was why it never came up.