Sun Mote Copse kyrie, fons bonitatis

Kurgarru. The word settled in her, not like a weight but like a warmth. Like fire. Like a hearth, full of welcome and belonging. Perhaps that was what Molech could be to her. Never before had she met a wolf who could name what she felt, what she was. To have a word for her duality brought relief like she had never felt before, for it meant that she was not the only one. She was not alone! Her heart sang, and it was then that her devotion to the Malkaria and their god was won.

She would not be made to bear children, and this, too, settled fears. The respect with which Eshamun approached Ragna's state of being won her over, too. I will, she said, solid with conviction.