Blackfoot Forest evening phase

She was glad to hear he had drawn a parallel between her beliefs and his; describing a 'mother' of his homeland.

Exactly. How else was land created, if not through the cycle of birth and death? Everything began with some sort of mother, even the clouds. Ivev had noticed how vast sheets of powdery snow would blow up clouds of white. Perhaps those were the children of the clouds, and adults would float through the air. And then they would give 'birth' through rain or snow, depending on the temperature.

Her blue eyes crinkled at his green ones at his comment. I don't think you know how that means to me, she responded with a happy perk of her ears. The male had made her feel welcome and open about her life, and Ivev itched to feel his warm pelt on hers again in a motion of comfortableness.Legend says that all great spiritualists are descended from Mut. Did you have shamans in your home?