Redsand Canyon Voithó

The woman had many questions but she bit her tongue, refraining from asking any of them. It seemed like it had been some time ago… surely it was a painful memory, right? What puzzled him more was his answer to her questions. A journey to the afterlife? She did not know if she could see death that way, having been surrounded by it for so long. It gave her much to consider. “I have always feared death.” It had kept her alive more than once, like fleeing the Trail where she would most certainly be dead by now had she not.
 
She brought a soft smile onto her features at his comment. “And there are others who would lose much by losing you. Tamar would lose a loving husband, the Imperator would lose a loyal soldier, and I would lose a friend.” She offered back. It was interesting to see the moment that wolves realized they had reasons to live for, reasons to fear death… her life had always been enough for her, but for others it simply was not… she supposed some religion or belief in the afterlife would do that as well.