Stavanger Bay when you're rife with devastation

Was Onyx satisfied? Maybe. If this was a normal, good life, then yes. She wasn't sure if she was successful or not. She hoped so. I think I'm okay with my life. So I don't need a god? She asked the pale grey wolf. Her diamond eyes read curiosity- she didn't know much about gods. Mama hadn't stayed on the topic long, as she hadn't had a religion. Onyx wasn't sure whether or not she wanted or needed one.