The Tangle you cannot swallow a life

Wren bobs her head, taking the information with a grain of salt. She was never a religious wolf, and never would be. But it was still nice to see someone devoted to their own stuff. "I see" she appears grateful for the talk and information, having never come across a wolf who thought this stuff. "the place I came from before, some of the natives believed in constellations." The brunette lifted her head to the sky, where the stars she knew twinkled.

"They believed if you were born under a bad sign, you were beyond redemption. That you were evil and had to be cleansed from the earth" she cracks a dry smile "it wasn't so much the gods that were unkind, but the mortals." The gods in her previous realm never spoke to her either, but she knew some wolves thought they did with them. Probably to further their own goals and justify their actions. But she was just telling Synin, like he told her his stuff.

"I hope your gods don't ask you to do that sort of thing" Wren utters.