Jeremiah 24:9

Modesty was less consumed by turmoil than her brother seemed to be, for all her new companion couldn’t perch upon her shoulders (his talons were very sharp), she was more than happy to invite him to ride upon the bag on her back when the trees grew too close for him to keep sight of them by flying overhead. She would need to find a trader of some sort to craft her something wearable on which he could perch for situations like this. If travel was to be their future, adjustments would need to be made for all terrains.

As her mother handed out jerky, she took it with thanks and a smile. Sure, times were trying, but if her lessons were to be believed, this was all part of His plan. There was no need to feel despair. If their faith was to be tested it shouldn’t be so close to the start of their journey, and honestly, she was excited to meet other wolves, ones that didn’t think themselves princes and princesses of a remnant of someone else’s hard work.

She was glad that Calamity had joined them, and offered her aunt a broad smile as her nebulous tail thumped against the earth. Why everyone was looking so glum, she couldn’t quite fathom. She could feel the sight of the gods against her skin, and couldn’t help but think that they were proud of the faithful little family for breaking free from such a sinful cage.

An excited little gasp left her lips as her mother mentioned ascension again. She was so ready! But she needed to stay composed. It was hard, but she tried her best and almost managed to make it believable.

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