Sun Mote Copse a forest set fire as i wept in fear for things

arunik'ra studied the young wolf, wondering if gratutious molech had provided them their first acolyte for their travails. she could not detect any coyness about the dark-pelted wolf, and took her interest at face-value. if it came to it and the stranger turned out to be simply wasting her time, arunik'ra would dispatch her in the bloodiest manner possible to please molech, all-seeing eye.

"molech is the all consuming. the fire that purifies the world and the fire that blackens it." the priestess raised her thin muzzle, her gaze narrowing as she assessed akirea. "do you believe in coincidence? is it coincidence you are here only hours after our arrival?" for a moment it looked as if the red priestess would pause to give akirea time to answer -- but she did not. "no! it is the will of molech. you are here because you serve a purpose greater than your own. you are here, unknowing supplicant to the all-knowing. molech's mercy to you."