The gods had been taught to me as a young girl. Barely old enough to walk. Momma and daddy would sit and tell me all the tales. How long ago in a time that was so vastly different, the slightest thing set the gods in an uproar, and slowly those who listened and obeyed would find their lives full of pure joy and have no wrong come against them. But those who didn’t, they suffered more than anyone should. Death would surround that pack, would starve them slowly and one by one they would succumb to the death worse than all deaths. Although, some were so rotten that instead of death, the gods turned them against one another, a hunger for their own kinds blood that was so strong none could overcome it, not even the alpha.

I thought of the tales as I thought of how this wolf could atone to the gods before he would be smited. I tilted my head, bright eyes watching him as he spoke. Asking of more information from me on them. A simple sigh slipped through my lips as I shifted myself up into a seated position, shaking my small frame to straighten the hairs I had disrupted. “It does not matter which god, if you believe in one, that is. They are not beings that you can see, only hear with your heart and soul. They are all around us in many forms, some like to walk among us, to see how we live, how we care for one another. I’ve heard of each culture having their own god they pray to.” Soft words were spoken, but I stopped as I heard his voice change, a soft feminine sound slipping from his lips. Only to turn once again. A different sound coming from him, the same base vocal, but the tones were different and was just…changed.

My head tilted as I listened to him banter back and forth with himself. Strange, that’s for sure. But I was not going to comment or point it out, no, I didn’t want to be a witch about anything. But it was interesting to hear the different voices coming from the same wolf. I wondered what the shaman at home would think of this. Would he call it a case of possession or a case of split souls? I quietly pondered to myself while waiting to hear his response to me.