Bearclaw Valley “Every step begins a journey, and this one is for us.”

Ah, she was so delicately innocent in every way. There was something attractive about that, something that pulled the priest down to earth and into her mortal form more than most things and most wolves did. The question for songs came as a surprise to her, and she thought a moment.

A song from the spirits, then.

It was not so much a song as it was a prayer, but the priest gave it a sing-song twist and transformed it into more of a song. Her voice was dark and heavy even though her singing was not out of tune. While she sang her pale eyes stared straight at Snowskip's in raw, perhaps somewhat off-putting contact.

Mighty one, look upon me,
Purify me with your venom,
Your poison feeds the mouth of disorder,
I obey your law I obey the disorder.

Sithis, — the word was hissed —
I give myself to you.

Many of the spirits in Blackfeather Woods whispered these words, and though there were a lot less here in the Bearclaw Valley, the song had never quite left her.