Shy Deer Steppes the darkness was over the face of infinite space

his method of speech was odd, but not odd enough for her to be distracted. if anything, the way he spoke was right. the lord and the wolf. they were nameless things to the daystar, but important nonetheless. her face holds a smile for a heartbeat, but she turns from him and becomes obscured. in truth, i hear very little. but the lord shows me. i follow the light, hosannah speaks with great care and confidence, and glances at the boy for a moment, then sweeps her snout towards their surroundings. His light, and good things follow. this place was filled with the light of the coming spring; it was not touched by snow, and the plateaus leading up to the lion's head - though it was unexplored thus far by hosannah - served as a natural throne for her beloved deity. she turned to him again, fixing him with a curious expression. the light shows the way, the wolf follows.