Redsand Canyon Like you held onto Light

His movements are slow, quiet. Each stride one large fluid step with long legs. The black wolf is like a shadow at the man's side, fitting in the gloom of nightfall which they tread. Which Hemlocke only tread. 

To his words, a single ear turns back, finding himself trying to figure out the right words to say. There is silence for a moment and then, Absolution. He says finally then, and sighs, head hanging. I want to do good for this world. Help others, make my life worth something. He wanted to become someone he was not. The accursed, the damned. I just feel like no number of good deeds will make up for what I am, and what I can become. The life of a wolf was but a blink of an eye to a God. Surely 10x the amount of life's work meant little to that of a God to keep him from being damned to Hell.