Matthew 28:6-7

Faith was not doing well, somewhere along the way she had started to grow crystals from her body, blue and glowing even brighter than her own usual glow, and she found herself losing her day more and more. Twice now she'd been found and dragged back to the fold by someone who seemed to have a slightly better grasp on reality. Faith hurt, she felt like shit and her eyes ached fiercely. She regularly rubbed at them, trying to remove the growths rimming her eyes, screams emitting from her lungs as the pain lanced through her skull.

So yeah she wasn't doing well, and right now she wasn't exactly lucid, paws carrying her back towards the lands she'd been born in. Some part of her mind certain that if she returned to the shrine god would reveal his reason for her suffering and more than that would help her. She was starting to return to herself when a familiar form rose up at the border of the pack. Her paws remained firmly on the unclaimed side of the border, and her voice croaked as she spoke, her brain still struggling through the fog to understand what she was seeing? Was she asleep? "Grandfather?"

"Faith"