do you know

When the smaller wolf turned to face them, she had a far off look to her. The youth couldn't help but notice the way that she moved, as though swaying on invisible breezes that carried her. There was little time to contemplate her nature, her voice drew away any thoughts in the young wolf's mind. "It was," she said softly, her voice as faraway as her gaze. "I sang to the gods a message of love."

This, somehow, was foreign to the young shaman. Brow would quirk, not rudely, but simply curious. This was not something that Olya did, as far as they could tell. Though the lilt in this female's voice was similar to their mother's side, it wasn't quite.. right. "You sing to your gods?" They questioned, crown tilting to one side. "Is that how you pray?" They continued along that vein, unable to stop themself. After all, this was new. It was interesting. They wanted to know more. But first.. manners. "I don't mean to pry, but I'm a shaman in my clan, and I'm curious to see how others interact with their gods. I've never thought to sing to them before."

"speech"