put your emptiness to melody

It was weird. Lessons and orders and politics. Roundtables and meetings and rules. Sparrow wasn't sure what to think about it all. The strange man who was apparently Modesty's brother had swept in, taught about religion and all that, and now was cleaning up to leave. It was all fairytales to her and always had been. She had seen beyond, had a lover from beyond. Where were the gods in that? It was silly to think some little magic man in a trench coat was pulling the strings for everyone. It was hard enough to run a pack. A god would need eyes everywhere, hands everywhere.

Still, Sparrow wanted to know what flavor of religion afflicted wolves were becoming what used to be her pirates. Sparrow meandered around, poking rocks here, eating an ant there, just prodding around while the man lingered. Eventually, she cast him a somewhat disinterested look, "So... what was all that about?"