I See The Truth

Birdie had been adventuring through the caverns when she felt familiar, heady sensations: her limbs got heavy, her head was light, and flickers of patterns began shifting across her vision. It had been several days since her last hallucinogenic experience. She'd been attending the lonely but sunny funeral of the old wild woman who had taken Birdie in. Birdie had said farewell to her old friend amid fractals and sunlight, burying the body with what had felt like a supernatural strength. The gods had been there that day, just as they were with her now. She could hear their voices whispering in her ears the deeper in the cavern she went. She couldn't quite make out the words... but knew that she'd be able to when the message was important.

Now the woman was casually strewn across a small corridor, enjoying the sensation of her experience. Spirals and patterns dotted her vision and she amused herself with watching them expand, contract, and spin... when suddenly she heard it, loud and clear: Spirits, I've come to ask what I should do. My pack does not feel united...help me figure out what to do. I beg of you. Her dark tipped ears swiveled towards the sound. This was no divinity, for the voice was external. She raised herself from her position and, crouching, began carefully making her way towards the source of the voice. Each step taken was meticulous so as not to create sound.

One brilliant gold eye peered around the corner of the corridor. A great cavern sprawled in front of her and there she saw a warm-toned male, searching the airwaves for something Birdie wasn't able to see. She considered his question. Clearly he felt the power of this place too. The divine had a purpose for bringing Birdie to this male, and it was her job to discern what it was. Shoulders back and head held high, the she-wolf stepped away from her hiding spot into plain view. "The divine blesses you on this day," she said quietly in greeting. Her voice rung in the cavern. Now came the honest part. "I believe I have been sent to you to help," she admitted openly, the truth ringing through the cavern. The position of healer and counselor was a natural one for her to take. She wondered what questions she ought to ask to open him up best... She decided to try something simple: "Tell me of your troubles..."

Her gaze was unwavering, but she kept her distance to maintain a non-threatening appearance. "But I must warn you: speak naught but the truth, for the divine hears all," she said, eyes narrowed in consideration, openly sizing up the specimen of a male in front of her.