Lone Star Mountain You think you know witches from stories and such,

"It is why we cherish him so." Célnes knew wherever he went, the land would be blessed. The wolves of her family cherished him so for this reason, and he became a diety of sorts for their familiy. She wasn't sure why he became the form of a deer, but never did the God come forth as a wolf. He with a Thousand Horns, and all his apostles. 

"For us, it is our fur." Her voice went a little more soft, a bit quiet as she spoke about them so, "the closer to the deer you are, the more blessed. That is why, majority of our family carries brown pelts." Her pumpkin eyes gently swayed over to his grayscale fur, but said nothing on the matter. In a way a silent 'you are not blessed to our standards' was given.