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Maybe Ethos couldn't expect exactly everyone to give up their secrets. Maybe the female's beliefs were important to her, and she didn't want to spill the beans to anyone else. To be honest, Ethos understood that. He didn't want to be nosy or anything, so maybe it would be best to shut his traps about the odd wolf's worshipping, and ritual.

"A view of what?"

A view of what? Now that seemed like an interesting question. "The sky." Ethos said, not caring how crazy he sounded. "Maybe some of the lupines that are still around. It feels nice being above ground, if you understand."

Ethos then started to climb down the tree, revealing his dark appearance, and the only visible color that made him not appear as a phantom: grey. It was on his flank. He was able to see what the female looked like, and she looked interesting. "My name is Ethos." He said. "Ethos Oscuro. I usually go by the nickname of Tasalul though, but either or is fine with me."