Bearclaw Valley devotion

yess! thank you for the thread :)

It wasn't exactly her task to instruct others. The spirits spoke to who they wanted, and it had become clear to her throughout her life that that included only so many wolves; many mortals would never experience the joy of their ways. And if it were, then in her experience they learned much better through mystery than literal explanations.

The priest continued to tend her altar and though she did not look at him, she could hear the child take the intestines and skulk away. Ah, but what will that choice bring onto your path next, she murmured to herself after he had gone, a smirk on her face as she thought of what Sithis might claim instead of the prize that had been stolen from his altar. The boy's soul, perhaps?