Larksong Grotto babylon the great

Everything was spinning for Skeet, almost all words were unheard by his ears. All he could focus on was his boiling anger. He did not belong here, this was not a place he wanted to be. This so called day star was not his God. His God created the star, and Skeet was not going to forsake him, even though he was not strict on his religion.

After the whole ceremony, it seemed Charley Pryor wasn't going to have it, nor aspen. Jhala already was giving him hell while Hosannah was calling him terms Skeet didn't take kindly. The mountain man rose to his paws, almost towering over the others with his stature.

​he looked at everyone, the wolves- no, sheep. He grumbles to himself before deciding to head out. Before he did, he decided to give himself a speech. "I do not agree with your religion, Reek" he said, calling the new man by his original name. "I can't stand for something I do not believe in. So I will depart the grotto, and I hope for only the best for all of you," He said, soon looking towards Jhala, his one friend in the pack. "I'm sorry Jhala, I can't follow this path." He said, almost quietly. He backed up a few steps, raising his stature.

his voice soon boomed like the wiry female who claimed reek. "Call me a heathen, call me a traitor, call me anything!" He exclaimed, almost with glee. "I have my own god, and He wants me to follow His path." With that, Skeet gave both Charley and Aspen a soft smile before loping out of the grotto, tail and head high with pride. he would follow them and hopefully stay with them, but for now he would take what he could from the caches and make his way out (while peeing on random stuff).