Falls of the Hinterlands New Goodbye

The courteous storyteller introduced her sister, mentioning that both of them had joined the pack. Doing a bit of quick math, Finbar assumed that they would then have four or five wolves who were adults, and two juveniles; though he'd also heard that there were a couple other wolves from the Redhawks who were still making up their minds as to whether they'd stay on the plateau or join the Firebirds. Presently, it seemed that they were mostly a family group- what with Wildfire having her daughters, and Wraen and Maia being her cousins. He and Corinna were the odd ones out then, but he didn't mind at all. They'd treated him, thus far, like nothing but family so that was enough for him to stick around. "And your name is?" He asked, as she hadn't yet volunteered it. He'd have to keep an eye out for Maia, and get to know her the next time he saw another wolf in the area he didn't recognize. She was the only one he hadn't met yet- that he was aware of, anyway. 

She asked him about religion and he squinted slightly. Religion had been discouraged where he'd come from, though he hadn't much minded what he'd heard of it. The reasoning that Wraen gave behind it, though, was not something that he was unfamiliar with. He'd always been told that religion had been invented for cowards who were too frightened to meet their death, so they'd come up with something to make the life-to-death transition easier...And fear death a bit less. Nevertheless, it had been forbidden for him to have any sort of religion. Apologetically, he half-nodded. "I didn't really....There was no religion where I came from. They...They kind of thought it was for cowards who needed a reason to not fear death." He said. "I don't really believe that....I'm a very, 'you do you' kind of wolf. So there's possibly something out there- I just don't know- but I'm cool with everyone believing whatever they want." He said simply, hoping that his answer wasn't offensive.