Neverwinter Forest And it comes from the way you speak

The sky gave life in the form of rain, heat, wind. The sea gave life in the form of fish. The breathing world all around them gave life in many other ways. 

When the beast had left the wilds just a pup, the purpose bestowed upon him was the gospel. To spread it, to heed it, to fill the souls and minds of those who would embrace the concept with open arms. And to crush those that would defile it beneath his heel. 

Now he returned a man grown. The Mother had breathed the strength of a thousand souls into him, given him the skills he needed to survive. She may not have birthed him, but she was his life-giver all the same. 

The boy that was now a man stepped with great caution through the land. He had come this way once before, a she-wolf of golden sun at his side. There was no shadow beside him as he walked. The canid returned alone. 

Atka was home.