Greatwater Lake shepherd

Andrés held Bartholomew's gaze, his own an intense mix of emotions he was unable to name for now. 

Maybe your god created my gods then, he suggested, mostly joking, or possibly grasping at straws to make the striking man open to him and his beliefs. Then my religion would be born from yours, yeah? The dog grinned and brushed his shoulder against the delicate, auburn shoulder of the other man. 

on a more serious note. I am devoted to my gods, too, he added. But I can allow room for the beliefs of others, so long as they do not cause me or mine any harm. He raised an eyebrow, his eyes looking over wolfdog's face. Can you do the same? Maybe in time Bartholomew might see things his way.