Larksong Grotto Abercrombie

A cold expression flashes across the warm gaze of the Vicar, a deep breath bloating her sides for a moment. "He's whatever I want to call him, as long as I respect him as our Cardinal," she tells Lilac, an eyebrow raised. "Hiram is the wolf of Raas-- cleansed of his sins and made new. I haven't gained the right to call him Hiram, just yet," she adds with a smile. "Soon, though, maybe I will." Though Jhala has no plans on being cleansed of her sins-- why tell the wolves who support the fucking sun? Reek was Reek because he was Reek. Not Hiram or whatever the fuck dumbass name Kekshit gave him-- yeah back to that weak name-- he was Reek. Reek was Reek and would always be Reek.

She glances out onto the lake still, a weak smile lighting up her features. "The Daystar always gives us what we need," she murmurs softly, her tail waving behind her.