Blind Faith

Pacing didn't help his anger much a he found his ears twitching and his growl growing deeper. He almost lost himself in his own mind and he would have if not for the presence of ?owyn. He was not so caught up as to miss her words, and that was good for they were well spoken. He did not stop in his pacing though his face relaxed a little as he spoke.

"Indeed it is, and I am glad you think so, the more that think this way means there is hope. I don't really know how much hope but between virtuous wolves like you and I and the work done to please the Gods.... Fall, I have hopes for fall that it might not be so harsh. The God who watches over fall, the White God of the West, he responds most well to mortal actions." He nodded as he paced and at a final turn stopped in his tracks and looked to ?owyn. "There is hope, now all that must be done is to work for that hope, act, judge, and live well." He was still angered and wanted nothing more than to take his anger out on something yet she was the only one before him.

"My Queen.....a hunt? I mean would you like a hunt? Boar are very destructive creatures that do not lead good lives. It may take time and...it's a start though and it shall fill us." His mind was moving faster than his words which were a bit scattered and vague but in his mind he knew bore were destructive things that trampled over anything in their way with no reason. Killing one of them could very well please the Gods, make his anger go down and feed the two of them, if they could find one.