Blacktail Deer Plateau Witch of a witch of course

"nay." slow shake of head. "not... thine gods."

and the mass leaned back against the wall.

recalling the memories of bernadette.

"cult. dedicated, to worship of puissant bruin... ursine spirit." a paw rose in a vague half-gestured. "whilom led, by..."

black of lips curved.

"...a madman."

"yet," smile extinguished. "this, madman, were wisest, of all. only bearer of... ascended, knowledge. son... to this, bruin-witch?"

black of lips curved.

"...ignorant. blind." 

"yet," scowl melted. "..."

"..."

"...forsooth. there were nay goodly trait, anent that wolf." and a heavy shrug.