Larksong Grotto distilled by time

She confirmed she was, indeed, a newcomer and Phares' smile only warmed. So long as the wolves who joined their church shed their sins and heinous ideals, embraced the true god, he would gladly show them the light. The fact that this particular female showed interest in his religion caused the priest to brighten, mirroring her own perkiness as something seemed to light up in her mind.

"Ah," he replied with a wave of his tail, stepping out of the lake towards Damaris. "We of the Grotto follow the light of Raas, the Daystar. He, the merciful, who guides lost souls to the light and helps rid them of their sins. " At this, he gestured with his slim muzzle towards the sun that hung in the sky and held it there for a moment before turning back to the pale woman with a tilt of his head. "What would you like to know?"