Wapun Meadow the needy eat man-mades, they wear phony clothes

A greeting was offered, from a voice much less unused than her counterpart's or her own. A confirmation that he was different from Thief in ways. The pale priest understood that this wolf was important to her dark counterpart. The tail wave in greeting did not go unnoticed. Her own disposition remained intrigued though on the neutral side, tail remaining still. Do you follow spirits? she asked him with her rough unused voice, curious if he shared in her dark counterpart's fascination for them, or if Thief had since her departure from the Woods decided to leave them behind her. This man held more answers to that than any other.