Haunted Wood Stuck in her daydreams

She listens intently to his telling of his God and muses silently. The creator of life was another similarity to her own god but the difference was that her god didn't control the world so much as influence it. "Our God did create us but with creation God gave us the free will to do as we wish and grow as we wish. Our God does influence us, It whispers to us in our instincts and intuition. Our God's teaching is that everyone is inherently good, there is no such thing as evil. By whispering to us through instinct and dreams, our God guides us but also gives options. I do know that our God is specifically alive in everything this world holds, the wind is God's breath, the rain is God's tears. Prey is God's gift to us so we may survive"  she spoke with ease, one hundred percent certainty in her mother's teachings. She didn't know of the naivety of not believing in evil, she had never once met a wolf who proved themselves to be bad. Even when she had been scarred by the wolves of blackfeather it was because she had done wrong and they defended their territory.

She realized she had been babbling and so she stopped there, looking at him to gauge his reaction.