The Tangle you cannot swallow a life

You couldn't swing a dead rabbit without some wolf barking about their gods. Was religion that important or was she so ignorant to not have noticed it before? Cyrileth had been religious to some wolves, but those wolves kept largely to themselves. Wren's head tilted slightly. "She's lovely" the woman agreed toward the raven "I'm Wren. Good to meet you two."

The man did not seem very... intimidating. He was open and honest, which suited the brunette just fine. She felt she could relax a bit. "Can you tell me about your religion?" she ventured. Yes, she had been closed off before. But meeting wolves here, she'd be diving into more cultures sooner or later. Might as well ask all she could if it didn't bother anyone.