Cedar Sweep like carillon bells, the house of Augustus rings

"The people you knew would likely frown upon most pleasures, and call several natural inclinations a sin," She clapped back with a light laugh. Her gaze lingered on the woman's face, in such a way as to imply what she truly meant. A gaze that might linger too long for someone who followed a certain religion. Her gaze softened and fell away as she lay down, allowing the cool waters to come up to her chest. She sighed softly, pleasantly. 

"My pack, Hljøðrfell is a place of learning. Where skills are nurtured, and valued. Our folk practice crafts of treating and curing pelts, of healing medicines, of storytelling and singers," She said. "And of course, we hunt and defend as any pack must, but unlike our ancestors, we do not settle all disputes with force, or seek to conquer our neighbours." She said. 

"Our Gods are many; and we pray to the God who might help us with the task we have at hand. We honour them by living by a set of virtues- which would make an honourable creature out of any wolf if they follow them. We live, together, we pray, and we die, and if we have served our purpose well, then there is better than life that awaits us following death." She said. "We do not burst into flames, or turn into a statue or salt for a simple trespass," She chuckled.