Whitefish River that man is not your maker

Because her curiosity was genuine, Turquoise listened raptly and silently, though some bits totally threw her for a loop. Rather than interrupt Jinx, she waited until the other she-wolf finished before bringing up some of the two thousand or so questions now swimming around in her head like a frantic school of fish.

"What are loa?" was her first question. Before firing off another, she let Jinx explain that. Then: "Okay, so, you have to worship these gods and loas and shamans, then you can be invisible? But only if you're a devoted follower?" she clarified. Turq thought, Damn, to herself; she definitely wasn't devout. "Can you, like, show me? I want to see you become invisible," she said eagerly, momentarily forgetting to be skeptical.

Turquoise came from a clan with its own faith and beliefs, though she'd never really dabbled in spirituality much herself. She knew some, like her own litter mates, were much more connected to that type of thing. Spine had mentioned magic and fairytales (or their ilk) many a time and though these things had never quite captured Turq's imagination, she'd been exposed to the subject enough times to be at least slightly open-minded, if not more...