Blackfeather Woods where order is wild

thank you for the thread! :-)

her replies to his inquiry are simple and forthcoming; patient even. a name is just a name. still, it's an interest concept to name something so very mortal after something holy. was there purpose behind it? to earn favor? the tundrian's curiosity, now that he's sunken his teeth into the whole religious aspect of the dark woods is far from sated; but he tempers it lest he bombard his companion with rapid-fire questions — some of which might end up being more personal than he'd mean for them to be.

and you, she begins but trails off. glacial eyes study her for a long moment almost nervous as to which she would name. yet, she doesn't name any god. she leaves it a mystery and though that is only a mild annoyance to the tundrian he doesn't pry. maybe ...maybe it's better if he didn't know yet. thus far, he does not think any of the gods have tried to speak to him. "of course." he replies, motioning for her to lead the way with a gesture of his muzzle. he does not tell her that he's already been to the temple, called to attend a rite with the listener not soon after his arrival. it would be nice to see it while he didn't feel like he was disturbing anything holy.

wintersbane follows after her as she leads the way, mulling over her trail off on what god would whisper in his ear.