The Heartwood Kita

Something playful was returned in the religious man.

Bartholomew offered words in jest, but these were words that Shiranui did not understand as well. Sins and damnation were not commonplace. He knew of demons. He knew of the darkness in the hearts of living things. If this was sin, the preacher had a dark sense of humor.

Shiranui clicked his teeth once more before falling flat upon the leaves. His ears stood curiously pointed atop his head. The white wolf wondered still if there were wolves out there who would heed the word of a dog and follow his teaching. The path ahead and uncertain, but he did not worry.