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"I must admit -- I am unfamiliar with such gods. And with the northmen you speak of," the dove lilted, lips quirking slightly. Kukutux was of the north, and pale too like this sea-wolf. But the inflections of their accents differed, not to mention that there was a notable yet inexplicable difference in the souls of the two. "The spirits of Moonglow are different. Moonwoman and a few others speak to them. I wish I could explain them to you but my place is amongst the trees." Lótë was an earthly, simple woman. One who toiled in paints and walked within the tracks of the herds. The ways of unseen things, of the stars, were better left to her sister and children -- though this was not say that she did not hear the stories and practice the ways of the village.