Meldresi sensed a hint of confusion when Keith repeated the word 'religious'. Did he not know what that was? He wouldn't be the first she had met. "My religion, my goddess is based on darkness. On shadows and the intrigue that takes place during the dark." She was being vague with "intrigue". It could mean a lot of things, that word. If her goddess could be defined with only one word, it would probably be that. "Blackfeather is the ideal place for one of my belief. But I won't force my beliefs on you, all I ask is that you adhere to some of the traditions that I will incorprate into the pack."
She hoped that the young wolf wouldn't be turned off by the truth. Sometimes the truth was neccesary, it seemed, for making lies. Besides, the traditions she would put into her pack wasn't anything crazy, like the sacrifice of wolves or the drinking of blood, like she had seen in other cults. She would never force it upon them anyway. If they wished to convert, then she would gladly do so, but she would never force her own religion upon her followers.
