Shadewood quam beningna

Malice blinked. As much as she would love to understand, she did not. She did not think less of this woman, her unborn children nor her wolves because of her religion. She simply did not get it. But perhaps she had prodded into the fire too much already- soaking up any more knowledge would begin hurting her brain. I see. Everyone has their own ways, I suppose. Malice said, looking very regal in the process. 

Malice knew it might frighten some to know there was certain pain in their future, but her duty was to tell the truth. She had already lied too much in her past and would not like to repeat such sinful things. A leader had to be afraid, though. A leader who had no fear was foolish or lying. Though a leader would conquer his fears, not run away, which would make them a coward. The only thing to fear was fear itself. I believe in you, and your wolves, men and women alike. I wish you good luck, and will honor you with my blessing for your children. Malice offered with a bow.

It is time I return to my family, I do not wish to worry them. Until we meet again, Eshamun of the Malkaria.