Quietly she watched and waited, listening to the white woman who she came to know as Song. When she mentioned Gods, she was slightly confused and hesitant. So, others chose to believe in them as well? That was nothing new to her. Where she had come from, her pack was all about that. But the way they went about it, her father especially...he took it too far. She remembered when her mother had done something her father didn't like, and although she couldn't remember what it was, she did remember what her father had done. He had killed her mother, his excuse to the pack was that the Gods guided him to do it for acts of treason. And all her Mother had done was help heal a sickly wolf from a rival pack. Her generosity and good heart had gotten her killed, and the pack did nothing because her fathers words were "just as the Gods commanded." That was when the pack had turned on her shortly after, for helping a rogue rival mother give birth. Because of that, the rogue and her children had been killed. Lily then imprisoned for an act of treason. The details of her punishments vivid in her mind, and they were things no creature should go through.
She was pulled from her thoughts suddenly, when she heard the last of Bhaire's words. Her own eyes wide as if she was reliving her past. Her body rigid and shaking, heart beat and breath going in fast pace. She had heard what he wanted to study, and now it would seem to be her turn to choose. She hesitated, glancing at the smile that Song was giving her. It eased her a little, but she was unsure...that was how her own pack had been. Seemingly kind and the moment something happened, the moment you did something they didn't like, they would use the excuse of "The Gods Will" to act, using the most harshest methods of punishment. For her punishment, acts of force of which she wished she were dead.
She would push it out of her mind, or at least try for now. Swallowing back the nervousness, she slowly rose herself up to try and seem less afraid. "I...have heard of Gods too...but, I would like to take on the position of Healer. And if there is none, perhaps someday lead healer? I-if that's alright with...with you, m'am...and perhaps...theology as a side job..." she felt the nervousness creeping into her voice, and knew that if she continued talking while the memories of the past stalked her mind, she would never finish and probably run back into the woods again. But she had to face the world someday, and although she was distrusting and afraid, she still had a small glimmer of hope.
