Stavanger Bay Morgenstern Balding

Huh, Heph listened intently if a bit skeptically to the description. As the explanation veered more into pleasure and displeasure and prayers she became more familiar. Her family had not been particularly religious, but she had learned of terms likes spirits, and movers, and animators, things like that. This sounded similar. Things that they could not explain like the rain which gathered at the horizon or clouds which faded at the last minute or the wind which changed in favor of the hunt. It seemed like different places she went different wolves believed different things, but this idea of one was rather odd to her.

A thoughtful hum rose in her throat. "I see." And maybe the she-wolf did, but more likely she did not fully understand. After all even if she did understand that did not mean she would feel the possibilities and potential in those words or take them seriously. But she thought at that moment she was able to grasp the ideas. "What do you think? Sometimes I get the feeling that there are forces at work more powerful than me that control things I can't explain, but then maybe some wolves have the answers and I just don't know them yet." It was an interesting thought. Most of the answers Heph sought were new lands to walk across and new skies to walk beneath, she had never really thought to go looking for answers to those millions of other questions.

huh that's neat! philosophy of religion has never really been my area but I find all the theories fascinating