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Pump informed him that he was not the first wolf she had ever heard speak of Gods. “Did not the boy King believe in his own Gods?” Björn inquired absently, thinking that he recalled something about spirituality, though the Viking had been a little too busy attempting to be convincingly cunning to be paying attention to the then, important facts that the Aklhut had been speaking to him of, at the time. Now, all those things were inconsequential. They didn’t matter. He was gone and the hybrid Shield maiden had stepped up in his place. “There is more than I can tell in a single day and night alone. To tell you everything would be to take many days and nights,” Björn admitted with a simple, careful shrug of his shoulders, mindful not to disturb the wrappings Thistle had spent care plastering to his fur and wound. “My Gods are simple in that they do not require faith: only respect, and sacrifices occasionally.” Odinn’s Cove had not demanded that it’s wolves follow the Norse faith only that they respect it all the same. To Björn who had believed in his Gods all of his life, devotedly, Pump’s inquiry of asking how he benefited from them was like asking him how it benefited them that the sun rose and fell everyday. It was ridiculous. “There are many ways believing in beings bigger than yourself can benefit you. I can’t really answer your question well because I have always believed ever since I first heard the tales when my ears opened as a puppy. From speaking with those that did not believe in our Gods, however, I think I can say that from their perspective it gives us something to believe in after death, a sense of purpose for some, to some it explains why things happen the way they do,” Björn paused, drawing in a breath. “a way to explain fate, I guess.” For Björn it was because it always has been. He was aware of the existence of his Gods having seen Odinn on numerous occasions.