Chimera Fields My mother told me

His uncertainty, his hesitation—it was something she could understand, though her faith had never wavered in the same way.

She took a small step forward, the sound of the leaf litter beneath her paws soft as she closed the distance between them just slightly.

“We all struggle with it,” she began, voice warm. “Faith is not about knowing everything. It is about trusting in what you cannot see and walking the path that unfolds before you, even when it’s unclear.” She paused, letting soft eyes drape across his fur of gold. Undoubtedly handsome. She fretted to see it molt under his struggle of faith.

“The gods do not take your choices from you,” Íruna let a reassuring smile warm her plush face.

“They guide, they whisper, but the steps? Those are yours to take.”