Sun Mote Copse calalily

H-hi, Honey stammered, breathless as the woman approached. In her head, this encounter went much smoother. I just...I don't think we've been formally introduced. I'm Honey. I think you knew that though, she continued, though the final statement served as more of a self-scolding purpose.
I also wanted to ask about the god here. I don't know much, but I want to learn. It made sense to the pale femme that as a pack wolf, she would devote herself to tradition. She'd have to go about learning it first, though.