Crocodile Dundee

Thalia was surprised at the way the other yearling seemed to react to this sudden shift in conversation - not that they'd really had much of one before. Though she herself had strong beliefs, they were meticulously crafted and she felt secure in them, against everything else. She knew the rest of the world did not believe in her God, nor in the divinity of the Abraxas name; that didn't take her by surprise, though she was disgusted with the thought. What did surprise her was how aggressive Pestilence suddenly seemed, scoffing and balking at her words. "What is done is done," she countered simply. It was impossible for her to reason that Pestilence's father had been innocent in all of this. The thought that Malleus had led him astray was a laughable one. They'd both wronged their God and they'd been punished for it, and weighing who had done more wrong seemed fruitless to her.

"And how do you know your father did not feed you lies, to keep you under his control?" It was a valid question, one she issued smoothly, though her voice didn't lose that sharp edge it had taken on. "Why do you care, anyway? I am a stranger to you. My beliefs have nothing to do with you. Nor did I have anything to do with the eruption, or your father's death." Disbelief was something she expected, something she'd been raised to know was inevitable when it came to wolves she encountered. Try as she might, they could not all be converted as her mother had been. She narrowed her eyes as Pestilence turned to kick the crocodile they'd taken down together, trying to figure out just why the other wolf had reacted so strongly. Logically, she understood - if she'd lost her father it'd be natural to blame something more tangible than a God, right? But another part of her couldn't quite wrap her head around it.