Cedar Sweep like carillon bells, the house of Augustus rings

Jericho. 

She thought she’d heard the word before- not previously used as a title for another wolf, but by another wolf. Something stirred within her, though she told herself not to put too much stock in that irrational aversion. 

”Jericho.” She repeated thoughtfully. ”It is a beautiful name…Does it have a meaning?” She asked. She tried to recall the context in which the word had been spoken- and found herself associating it with another faith-  one which did not seem to co-exist so freely with those who believed in the Old Gods.