Silvertip Mountain the halo was a smoke ring

Happy that his request was obliged, Mordecai listened with rapt attention. He was intrigued. Perhaps partially in the sense and way that children are entertained by a story, his own imagination conjured up the concepts of gods and the like. Entities and creatures that seemed unreal compared to anything he knew. His father had never been one for such stories, except for maybe ghost stories. His mother, well, Mordecai couldn't quite recall what her take on such things were. The concept of belief was not unknown to him though, just something he didn't really partake in. He shared that trait with many, he supposed, and maybe his one true belief was in the thought of what you see is what you get.

"When you put it that way, I've heard other words for what you... are." He paused for a moment, uncertain if what was polite of him. It sounded accustory. With a shake of his head at the seeming fumble, he continued. "A seer. A priest. I came across someone once who referred to themselves as 'the guide in all things unseen'. It's interesting, to say the least." A long time traveller (as far as he was concerned), Mordecai had enjoyed the various culture that he found in other canines. As for the belief dying out when he passed, Mordecai really had nothing much to say. It seemed sad, though. "Are you the only one around who worships your Gods?"