Chimera Fields To her surprise she was the one,

"All our warriors respect him so, he proved himself in a way to the land in her eternal graces. We pray to him for safety, for hunt, for battle." Her words grew a bit softer upon 'battle,' as it was something she has not done. Rarerly did Miriam's prayers send toward the Horned God, but she respected him so. She only hoped her son as well, would do the same.

"Perhaps. The stories have been lost through time." Wolves only had one thing to pass down; which was their memory. All they could do was trust each other to hold down the legacies, and pass through the generations. Though there would some lost, as memories forgotten, and stories to be warped. The maiden will always believe in her Gods, but she wondered at times, what tales were truly true.

"I always wondered if only we pray to the Gods.. Do the birds sing to them? The elks whisper? The fish?"