Sunbeam Lair Never Be Broken

Zeus—a name she might have heard in passing, but religion and gods had never been something Meadow had taken to true heart. Stories, myths… all were intriguing to her, but as a she-wolf who had rounded packs with many differing cultures, it was easy in the end to note they mostly revolved around a belief of a higher divine entity.

“Maybe that’s what happens to us when our time comes,” she whispered, studying where he pointed to the sky. “Maybe we get painted into the stars so we can look down to our loved ones and watch over them.”

And she wondered idly how many she had known over the years and had loved were among those stars—her father, yes. Those that had perished in the Maplewood flames. But everyone else? For all she knew, they wandered the world as aimlessly as she did.

A lazy smile smoothed across her features then, a brow arching. “Maybe if you ever retire from being a solider, you could become a chronicler.” It was a lilting tease—but there was some hint of truth in there.

“Tell me more of this Akashingo?” Trying to determine the root cause of his whirlwind emotions—it seemed something about this place had him triggered. Fearful, even.