Holy Grail

Her interest in Dragoste disappeared with the words fine young man - those were not the words she’d been hoping to hear, and only resembled the form of weakness in her mind. Still, she smiled, pretended to be intrigued. She simply didn’t ask anything more of the pack itself. If he asked later, she could always tell him that she was not interested in settling down just yet and merely wanted more information for when she might finally seek out a permanent home. She was aiming for a gypsy-esque appearance in her current predicament.

When he spoke of prayer, she wanted to scoff at him. She wanted to scold him for holding himself under his own paw by praying to some imaginary higher being. Her pack had gods and prayers, a form of paganism. Her parents had even been named after them as alphas of the pack… she thought it was a bunch of bullshit. Still, she refrained. “I’ve never heard of Ley… my family most commonly prayed to Kuu because we were night hunters, and Kuu is the goddess of the moon. She’d bless us and give us strength and vision when we went out as a pack so we did not starve under her watch.” A part of her really just wanted to see what such a devout man would think of another’s religion being introduced to him. She watched his reaction carefully.