Sun Mote Copse The Fruit of the Spirit Is Love

The other female seemed friendly enough, her tail wagged in return to Asherah's greeting and the red female beamed. Ragna was the first wolf that did not bear the red coat within the Malkaria, Asherah realized. The first of many. She herself had not come with the sisters, it had been mere happenstance that they had shared common species-lines, possibly distant ancestors.

"I'm glad to hear it, Ragna!" She said, still beaming, her joy sincere. Since finding Molech Asherah had been consumed (mostly) by happiness. She had lived too long in darkness and rejoiced in the emotion now, did not feel the need to dampen it. "So, who was it that invited you into Molech's embrace and our sisterhood?" She was curious who had found Ragna, what was the tale of her joining? Had she too been neglected by the world only to find her way to Molech's loving arms? Had her faith in Molech yet bloomed?

Asherah knew that not all would so eagerly leap into the arms Molech, and she was willing to give her new packmates time. Still, she wanted to know Ragna's tale. "I will trade my own, for yours. Promise." She said, with a light chuckle.