Larksong Grotto Forever 21

The Vicar sighed quietly, her tail tapping the ground a few times before she leaned against Hiram again. "Tapat Jakob Larksong," she said softly, her eyes beginning to close, "Astik Gray Larksong." Her breathes were heavy, words paced and slow. 

"Hiram Reek Larksong," she continued, steadying her breathing with one deep breath, "Jhala Larksong." She stayed quiet for a few moments, amber eyes still closed and head pressed against her husbands chest. She had no intention of falling victim to this stupid lie-- religion had no place in the world. It was fake, only a way to get wolves to pretend to be better people. It didn't work, and she could be a good person by herself. But Reek believed it-- Hiram believed it. She couldn't go on lying without committing. If this made him happy, she needed to continue, for as long as it took. Even if she didn't believe it, Hiram would teach her children the ways of Raas, and she needed to support him through it. She couldn't do that if she didn't commit, it couldn't happen. 

Jhala was nobody. Jhala was a wolf born and bred to fight, to defend, to kill. She was not a wolf of peace and religion-- she didn't follow any light. If she had any intentions to help her children grow up happy, unlike the beastly children that were Laurel and Indra(though Indra she didn't mind so much), she didn't to commit.

"I want to be cleansed," she muttered, eyes still closed, "I want to be part of this thing-- for real, Hiram." Her tail moved to curl her children closer to her, ignoring the lifeless body that was Wesliegh. She would remain for now. "Bring me closer to Raas."