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She said something that made Jackalope nearly want to hiss. A goddess? He'd met religious types before, and he'd never cared for them. He felt they believed in things so that they could take the responsibility for their own lives and fates off their own shoulders, when he firmly believed that everything he did had consequences that were either directly a result of his actions, or some kind of coincidence. He didn't take the blessing well, but he didn't say much to it, either. He didn't feel like he was the sort that any Goddess could bless, anyway.

She nudged the food away and he growled softly, and moved it back, nudging it against her lips. “If you just let yourself starve to death, you're never gonna meet that Goddess of yours,” He threatened. He had no idea what she believed- but from what he'd learned in his travels, there were two paths that a wolf could go down after death, so he blindly assumed this applied to most religions. “Murderers and cowards go to the Hellhound. Now eat.”