Stavanger Bay Morgenstern Balding

Heph's grin continued and she bounced on the fronts of her paws as she considered the question. Though she was not particularly agile of mind she thought her sense of humor to catch up. She cared little for souls or things that did and did not persist after the body. The she-wolf like the feeling of the wind in her pelt as her lungs swelled with air - it felt much the same as the lightness of her heart and the steady pounding of a new story. What was the difference? "Well if the soul is still there that it no longer has a use for the body does not repudate its claim?" She teased nudging her nose closer to the other wolf, barely close enough to brush fur before retreating. After all the past was in the past, but the past also was the past.

Her shoulders shrugged in a large exaggerated movement and she added, again leaping and dipping her voice so as if playing with the words. "But perhaps the soul is like a breeze, it is there and then it is gone and the body is left like scattered leaves. Do I get to choose? Maybe I'd like to be a bird." In truth if Heph believed in rebirth she might have wanted to be a wolf again, feel once more the earth beneath her paws and get to explore all those new places or re-explore ones with memories that haunted her like ghosts just out of her vision. She wondered how many lives it would take before she stopped being excited by those same yet not the same sensations. "What about you?" Her head tilted and she considered the other wolf and her questions tail wagging softly.