"That would be wonderful. I would greatly appreciate that. Thank you, Blue Willow." He shook his head. "Your father must have been a wolf of very many talents. No, my sister had the head for herbs and the like. Our pack may not have valued her, but I did more than anything. You actually remind me a lot of her." He thought of Tarin, with her low tolerance for violence and love of helping others. "I think you two would have gotten along very well." If only she had continued this far with him.
He laughed at the slight obviousness to her answer. "I probably should have guessed that, shouldn't I have? It threw me off a bit. It was strange to hear a story in which the gods play no part." In all stories of his youth some sort of deity had a hand in the outcome, no matter the tale. He supposed that whoever made the stories hadn't wanted to give offense by omission. Whatever the case, it had made her story stand out to him. The story must have come from a place with a much different belief system than his own ancestry.
