Luneshale Pass [mp2] suds

Something in the manner Tuna told that visitors are very welcome in Akashingo gave Dwin a vibe of a witch that is inviting children to her gingerbread house in the woods. The lady was probably harmless, but here - far away from the protection of Brecheliant - it was so easy to imagine that behind that mask hid a witch, who enjoyed having guests just because it meant that she would have a feast made out of them for her and her coven. 

"I will tell this to our Auspex and the council of Ravens," she told, attempting to match the grandeur that she sensed in the way Tuna spoke of her home. Otherwise the feeling that her home was a shabby shack next to a castle made of marble, jewels and gold stung her pride. "Kind of," Dwin shrugged, because she had had very little dealings with packs that followed fancy religions and traditions. While Brecheliant's name indicated that there was some magic involved in the creation of the Enchanted forest, it was really a place, which hosted regular people, who were free to express themselves. 

"My sister joined a pack like that and I amazed at her ability to convert so easily. I could never do that," not least because her own narrator was lazy and did not have the patience to learn in depth about any of the cultures. It was much easier to have Dwin to ask all the questions, be critical of the answers and share her opinions galore. In the hopes of converting some people to that religion of hers, which was called "trust no one and doubt everyone".

"Were you born in this pack or you are also a recent convert?" she asked.