Bearclaw Valley thanatophobia

Esma did not question her mortality - she had not experienced a death of a close friend or family member yet - therefore the concept was more or less foreign to her. Besides - she was young, at an age, when people still feel that there is so much ahead of them. That they are - contrary to facts of reality - immortal. 

The subject she was more preoccupied these days was the question of, what a god was. She had met two people with vastly different belief systems, but she had observed some common traits. While the stories of neither drew at her heart-strings, she was curious to learn about them as much as possible.  In hopes that eventually she would find answers to all of life's big questions and find a god that she could make friends with. 

However, gods were not creatures you found walking this earth, people - where. While she would have approached any celestial being without any fear, strangers made her cautious. Like this ironclad fellow, who moved through the valley swiftly, deep in his own thoughts. He had not yet spotted the young she-wolf and she did not move or make a sound to let him know her being here. With any luck, he would pass by and not notice her.