Lost Creek Hollow Lynx

What do you think gods would like? Esma's expression changed to the one of horror, because she had not prepared herself for this particular question. She had watched her mom doing the rites on many occasions, but she had never truly bothered to learn them herself. Because she could never be as good as Ash Paw was and she still naively believed that moms were people that would be around forever. Death did not exist in her world as a concept yet. To her the mention of the dead or ghosts was the same as unicorns and dwarves to other people. Supernatural creatures not tied to the living at all. Now, however, with this question at the forefront she felt as if she was in an exam, where only the correct answers counted. 

"I... food?" she said and studied her mom's face in a questioning manner. This had to be correct on some level. Food was the most valuable resource in Esma's world. It kept you happy and alive. So - it had to matter to the gods too. Because you gave them, what you valued the most and what you could not live without, right? The idea of an offering was that you had to feel its loss and therefore increase its value in the eyes of the gods. "What do you want me to do?" she quickly asked, hoping that this would prevent Ash Paw from asking any more academic questions and thus learn, how ignorant her own daughter was.