Blacktail Deer Plateau haunted by delusion

Rana would blink for a moment as she explained that she was but a healer, and a worshipper as well. She cleared her throat for a moment, at first speaking in her normal tongue. “Of course.” The accent laden thick as she held up a paw for the woman to examine.
 
“In my culture, the priestess was to stomp in a field of blueberries and raspberries… my paws stained and the gods would open to me and talk with me, grant me prophecy and vision.” She explained with a frown on her features. “It is a method in which I commune with them… my gods, they are different, but they are real… the Dreadfather expressed how welcome to all religions he was.”