she's got class and style

The strange wolf seemed to think she was funny. She hadn't told a joke. Why was he laughing? "Oh no, my dear, not all. There are plenty that are cursed, but certainly not these trees that they grow so large and so strong. They might even touch the floor of the heavens." That would be neat. She gazed upwards, jaw slackened by awe. Zhibog and Zhiva, they could be sitting just above the treetops. Maybe even Svarog, too. "If we climbed, we could visit them." She said, staring up at the canopies. Just in between, the sky was visible. Only slivers and peeks, but it was there.

To her question, he answered quite earnestly. No laughing this time. "I think so. They must have done some great deed. Perhaps providing shelter to the fallen god in a time of great distress. My name is Ashiel Abraxas, by the way, what is yours and where is your family? You're not lost are you?" The girl had never heard of a fallen god. Was that like Marzanna, who would visit the world below? That could be considered falling, she guessed. Of course, if the trees had kept the gods safe when they were needed, that was very good of them. They deserved to be blessed. Maybe she would ask mama about the fallen god, when she got home.

" 'm Forfax Morningstar, and mama and papa are at home. I'm going on an adventure, because I'm big." She announced proudly, feeling her chest swell. She was the biggest pup, and that meant she could go out more than the babies. Even if Divo and Dominika and Darya were already almost the same size. That didn't matter. "Is your family at home too? You can stay with me, if you want. 's safe at home, the snow doesn't get us."