Wild Berry Meadow here, with me

Omnium's inquisitive gaze gave way to skepticism as she relented. The primitive solution had definitely quenched some of his curiosity, and he was glad to have had a paw to play with it. Those who could not speak would definitely settle for more primitive ways in the face of the modern well-spoken. He had a distant hope that Selena would not have to deal with the harsh end of more primitive behavior, but Omnium kept the thought to himself. He did not know her enough to speculate. 

The skepticism was accentuated by her statement of religion. A taboo topic in any capacity around Omnium's vicinity, and he was quick to latch onto it. The open nature was swept away as he queried her, And what would you introduce to them? His tone had the same smoky smoothness, but there was an underlying harsh demeanor. A tragic history with religion that not even time could heal; It had been the death of those dear to his soul in the eyes of the brute. 

The primitive wolves now long forgotten, he stared down at her with blank eyes to mirror her own.