Lost Creek Hollow all that may seem is but a dream within a dream

He was surprised even moreso when Nimue inquired further. Like her, he could not move past his own religion, and the concept that it could be unknown by many or even by one was something that he had not yet considered. But he did not look down on her for her ignorance, just as he did not think himself dull for not knowing her deities.

"He," the male corrected (for it was a man's god, though the women of his pack had worshiped all the same), automatically and without affront. "He is the Hunter and the Hunted, who looks after all creatures with the same lovingkindness and the same stern hand. He is Strength and Weakness, Death and New Life," the male went on, speaking the words he'd heard his own father speak time and again. "To live is to worship, and to live as wolves ought is to glorify Him."

There was more about giving and taking, times and seasons, breeding and child-rearing, but Grayday had never learned those parts as well as his father had wanted him to. Besides, he was sure there was a clause somewhere in there that he was going against, and as long as he could claim ignorance, he would.