Emberwood Smeared with oil like David's boy, o lei o lai o lord,

A wary sign. The fire of their homeland, then the heavy raining season within the new land, everywhere they stepped was a natural disaster. She wondered if the prophets back home would assume it was a trial of sorts, for the family. Célnes held a bitter taste on the thought, as to why the High Elk would propose such a wicked game. 

No one could know a God's thoughts.

"Ah, no," she gave a faint laugh, "I only recently came to these wilds with my siblings. We are adjusting." It was different. Wolves of these lands were colors that was rarely seen in Kingslend, and she could only sigh at the thought of what her siblings think of. With minor racism amongst the land, they would not adjust that well. She was more.. Neutral to say, held that wariness, but not the extreme views.

The elken woman wasn't too religious.