as the animal kings breathe their terror upon you

"Mini-hell?" Qanik's muzzle quirked upward in a half-smile. The strange religious quirks of some of this land's wolves, and the equally strange turns of phrase it brought, had not yet ceased to puzzle her. Though no doubt some would think the old gods of the north equally odd, not that her family had worshiped such for quite a few generations. "I suppose some might see it that way. Though maybe they should take it as it is, and not as a reflection from a fearful story," she added thoughtfully. A chuckle vibrated her chest as he rolled onto his back, an oddly silly position for someone who looked as battle-hardened as he. She seated herself on the fire-warmed rock beneath her, tail curving around to tuck over her over-sized paws. "I also came to explore this place and see if the rumors were true. For once rumor seems to have paled in comparison to the truth. It's awe-inspiring."