Lost Creek Hollow i'm not, what you think you can see

terance did something peculiar tonight. in that he prayed. 

it had been a long time since he'd done anything of the sort, and in all truth as much as he believed his mother's stories of roman gods, terance had never fully bought into it. he trusted her, trusted them, but he always felt they had a relationship that was separate. 

lately, however, he felt that they'd begun to frown upon him. whatever terance had done wrong was beyond him, and though he'd tried to make it up to them by being a good wolf, it seemed he only made things worse. things only got worse. the only conclusion he'd come to is that they frowned upon him for being weak-minded and emotionally frail-- which he had vowed against. 

so terance prayed for zues' forgiveness, and for his blessing, and for strength in the coming years-- he'd need it. 

it wasn't so obvious that he was doing so. terance sat along the creek, atop a boulder, paws hanging lazily over it, chin tucked and pressed to his chest. and when he'd finished, he merely raised his head, gave a gentle sigh, and then watched the water bubble over the stones. 

in the distance, a toad croaked.