Blackfeather Woods Great big world

It did not seem that he had done anything wrong, rather, the King seemed rather nice. At his quiery, Seff answered after only a brief moment. "I was thinking about m-" the pause that interrupted his words was minuscule, and could be derived as a stuttering pause in an unfamiliar word. "mephala" 

He had decided on the change in sentence only after a faded, tarnished image of his mother's face that his young mind desperately clung too. He did not want to talk about his bad feelings, not with Damien. He was much of a stranger to the boy, unlike Potema. Maybe he'd talk to her. But now, his thoughts turned to Mephala, and in turn, Raas. "Can I sees Mephala? Or is she..." he paused, searching for a word not yet firmly rooted in his vocabulary. "like Raas?" he finished, assuming that this wolf would know all about the god. His young mind clung to that last meeting with Reek, and such the ensuring talk about Raas. He assumed that Damien would have heard about the Sun god as well. Everyone did, didn't they?