We Are Stained with the Blood of Stars

Deity wondered if she could trust this wolf. She claimed she was alone, and through the “for now, anyway” kept her a bit on edge, it mostly sounded like a display of honesty. When Deity had stated that these were not her lands, the wolf had only then assumed a more comfortable position. A sign of respect. Deity did like to be respected. For now, she decided, she was safe. Her senses remained blocked, so she knew she must keep her wits about her, but it had been so long since she’d engaged with one so similar to her that she couldn’t resist indulging in conversation.
She let her posture relax a bit, then sat down, powerful haunches folding beneath her. “I am Deity, and I belong to no one but myself. And you? You say you are alone ‘for now’. To whom do you belong, and why would they come here?”
While speaking, Deity pondered the name ‘Dutch’. She used heavy slang (a part of Deity scoffed at this; you do not use slang to commune with a god) but her thick accent was foreign, and Deity could not place it— she hadn’t much experience with language.