Silvertip Mountain the halo was a smoke ring

The storm that went through here didn't even have a warning but our city lost a crapton of trees. As in, several entire whole trees just went toppling over because of the wind/lightning. One went down at the police station and just barely missed an entire row of squad cars/swat vans. A big portion of town lost power for hours too; I'm surprised I didn't lose power beyond a sharp stutter and the streetlamps going out. It got crazy after I posted! D:

He found the concept of multiple deities, however small they may be, to be fascinating. Perhaps what surprised him more was that more wolves didn't believe in the loa, though he couldn't have said that he himself believed it. In that way he may have been a simple creature, only readily grasping what he could physically come across. That trait he had inherited from his father, though his mother had lent him the insight to acknowledge that there was more than what could be tangibly seen. Whether they were spirits or deities floating and existing in the world around them as they knew it, he saw no reason to firmly suggest that they did not cease to exist.

He smiled slightly when Lecter laughed, the sound itself seeming more normal than his blood-stained appearance. “There's much about the world that I don't know, or understand. I don't see the harm in learning what I can. Information's always useful.” Perhaps if something happened good or bad or otherwise, maybe he could attribute it to the loa than just some randomly generated luck. “And maybe some of your other pupils are out there passing on what you have taught them as well.”