Shadewood chaos lives in everything

Her laugh is as light as her words. It is fluttering, like the wings of a delicate bird. She reached out to all the Gods, be them lessers or not. He wondered what all Gods she knew of, what all she believed to be true and which ones she did so favor. So many questions as his interest in her grew if only by this tie between them. He was quiet however from his questioning for now, wondering if time would reveal her views on their own. 

She explains the purpose of this altars making and so long that it did stand it would do well so for these lands. That is kind of you, to try to have these lands blessed. For it be any wolves whom wished to claim it or be it for any creatures in these lands, to prosper in the winter, to give food to those during it and to in the spring give new life.

His dark bloodied eyes turn away from the ritual offering and back onto the pale wolf before him. I hope Mother Earth hears your plea. He speaks of this god as though she were his own, but alas, she was and Hemlocke was pleased with the woman before him to have not only mentioned her but was devoted to her. She was devoted to all, she had said. Hemlocke wondered, then, if she worshiped his father too...