The Heartwood (TW) And If I Fall....

He thinks for a moment, watching the wolf move closer. "I used to. My old teacher believed. But now I'm not so sure. " He sighs the words out, casting a forlorn look at the sky. He wasn't sure gods existed anymore. Puphood stories had not saved him of his cruel fate, no spirit or benevolent being had helped him, ever. "What good are the gods if they allow bad things to happen? For my own mother to curse and ignore me. For me to be stolen, shaped into a weapon, abused. For my one bit of happiness to be forced to fall under my fangs. For me to not even be able to have a legacy?" He shot a somewhat manic, frustrated look at the stranger. "And you? What do you believe in?"