Whitefish River into your heart, into your soul

a sage nod is given to her connection, of connecting the dots ingram gave her.

our many gods coexist, somehow. though, perhaps not as peacefully as ingram had assumed. had he, sithis in mortal flesh, not ignored ash paw's atka and sos? thoroughly. wholly.

daedra are not naturally keen on sharing worshipping spaces: with their own kind, let alone unrelated gods.

perhaps that is the catalyst of it's dying. or perhaps he was just trying to pin the blame upon the bear gods. his reasonings flitted there and away like mischievous will'o'wisps. or perhaps it was a general lack of disinterest, or the unloyal.

it is not for the many. ingram admits; a quiet, contemplative rumble.