Let It Go

Paws shifting as the woman spoke he twitched his ears and his fur rose and fell. He wanted so badly to move but knew enough not to, even a sniffling wolf could bite. Then again . . . that could call for punishment. However her last words caught his attention. "So just because of your fur and season of birth they thought you were cursed? Wolves died in the cold eh." That amused him, he knew why they died and that caused him to take a step back, toss his head and the air and laugh.

"Oh how wrong I was! My dear, you are not the one who deserve punishment. If they have died they deserved it. Curses are foolish fairytale by those who do not know of the Gods. Tell me these wolves who died what were they like? If they suffered they must have done something to warrant dieing cold and alone." Still laughing a little he looked at her eagerly, he always enjoyed hearing the will of the Gods be done, and if those wolves deserved it then so be it.