Hideaway Strath in the truly gruesome do we trust

Though Vein desperately wanted to know how this one was raised in wolf pack or by a coyote’s family group since rarely were coyote’s a real pack but rather a family group consisting of the mated alpha pair and several generations of their pups. He kept his questions to himself. This one seemed bothered, perhaps by his heritage or by the bones? he didn’t know. Were one of the bones that of a relative? 

Vein moved closer and nudged Charles cheek gently.  His voice deep and reassuring “Don’t worry, Sweetling, Worrying about things you can not change is a waste of time.”

Vein lay down and shifted himself into a comfortable position, nudging the wolf skull full of herbs aside but making sure it didn’t tip over  “Would you like to learn about the gods? The great powers and creator’s of all things? I could teach you.” He wondered if he’d find himself on acolyte in this one or would he be squeamish about blood sacrifices?