Whitefish River into your heart, into your soul

Everything.

Exousia did not scoff at this, though she felt that it wasn’t true. She wanted to tell him that he had given himself everything, that a wolf had given him life, and that he – a wolf, not a shadow – had the potential to facilitate new life as well as take it. She wanted to say that they, as wolves, were more powerful than any reptile, bird, or ungulate, and that no other predator could stand against them when they came together as a pack…

But she was quiet; a wolf aware that it was best not to try and talk someone out of their own beliefs. They would have to come to that decision on their own, and she was not old or wise enough to articulate her own thoughts without the sound of high-handed self-import.

I see, she said after a contemplative beat. His experiences were his own. She could not dispute them. I do not anticipate such a thing, but should you ever find your faith… less than fulfilling, we should speak more. I see our paths crossing again.

The steel harpy looked out across the river, her eyes drifting with the iceflow. You mentioned another pack. Akashingo? What are you thoughts of this pharaoh and his queen?