Lost Creek Hollow And an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope

morning was as quiet as it always was, and terance had little to complain about at the hollow. except for that it was close to two packs, and that it wasn't a mountain, and that he had trouble orienting himself within the dense foliage... 

okay, maybe he had a lot to complain about. but terance kept his opinions silent, opting instead to let treason do all her own thinking and he just pitch in where it was necessary. but, today, terance was pounded in the head with a question that made little to no sense. well, actually, it made a lot of sense-- but terance was still caught of guard. he was in the process of scratching his ear with his hind-leg, and he paused, foot still up, to process the question that was asked.

"what?" he asked, slowly lowering his leg and looking at the beta. his brow furrowed as he thought the question out, morning fog blocking his quick thinking process. "no-- moonspear wasn't a cult," he said, rolling back his shoulders, "why?"