Clandestine are the halcyon days of youth

Strange.... What a peculiar way to describe a pack but she had a strong hunch that she would soon find out exactly why he called it such. The priestess hummed quietly and she truly did wonder if the alpha female had realised who she had let in. But perhaps she would quietly practice her faith, on the borders of the pack and hopefully the graceful alpha would leave it alone.

As she listened to the white wolf's words, she nodded in the expected places and thought back to the beliefs of her old pack, so strictly had they adhered to the words of old Rome and the bounties their gods said lay in store. "This wolf too rejected the faith she was brought up in. Such harshness and cruelty without temperament should not be tolerated, for even the great Goddess Mephala has not the cruelty the old god's of Rome hold." She sincerely meant her words but released the offence they could cause. "This wolf apologises if she has offended you in any manner. But this wolf is interested, even from an outsider's point of view. Sometimes, there is an emptiness in the words this wolf says to the Great Bears of the Sky and this wolf would seek to find why. Perhaps her faith is no longer suited to the wolf this wolf has become. There is too much blood in the murkiness of her past now."