Hideaway Strath A New Beginning?

Artok's ears went forward and stayed there. Eyes on the she wolf in front of him, though as respectful as possible. He knew these religions. They stirred a memory, but of what and whom he couldn't grasp.

I'm for it.

Then he settled to his haunches. He was old, too old to make a fuss about a religion and a rebranding. Especially since it weren't his pack anyway, from a leadership standpoint as it were.