Flycatcher Downs godling

readily enough, she asked for the cost of admission, and stigmata was prepared already with a task in mind for her. he would test her abilities, determination, and loyalty all in one fell swoop. "before the season turns, i require a duck," he told her at length. "there is a lake some ways north of here - past the glade of foxes - known for its waterfowl. you should find one there." he didn't expect her to obey him, or to want a home that wouldn't simply take her in at face-value, but if she wanted anything more to do with his prowess, and his willingness to serve her as a packmate, then she would need to prove herself worthy of such pack-rendered affection.

"bring it to the bearclaw," he motioned now towards the near-distant high walls of his home; "if you truly wish to have a home with us. if not, or if your fancy should be stolen by a more trusting wolf, then simply do not return."