Wheeling Gull Isle sermon on the mount

This was incredibly new for Hviske. For starters, he had no idea what Heda was talking about, as he had never before heard of God. It made him feel a knot in his throat, for his belief in his Shepherd was the only thing he had left of the life he once knew. And in many ways - the two beings felt awfully similar and it confused him greatly. But they weren't interchangeable, no - did he have to choose between the mother who borne him in that spring-green forest or the one before him? But - why- 

Would that make her think less of him? Would it mean he couldn't stay within the embrace of the God-kissed isle?

His heart started to pound in his ears, making it difficult to hear the wonderful words Heda said. She took him on - she was the reason he had been allowed to stay, he just knew it. One uncomfortable paw shifted his weight as he sat, a question in his throat he couldn't bear the thought of asking. This wasn't the time, no not at all. 

But he wore his poker face, far too nervous to say anything, least they try to take what was left of his mother.