Mikhail wasn't sure what to make of her words. Perhaps, if he thought on it enough, he could agree. Perhaps there was some driving force in the universe that made things happen as they were supposed to. Would he call that god, then, he wondered? He had never been one for religion, praying to gods that either didn't exist or didn't listen. He wasn't sure which was worse. Even if the gods were there, how did one justify praying to a deity that had shown its ambivalence on more than a handful of occasions?
Katla's gentle voice chased away his thoughts, her breath against his neck grounding him. He felt a warmth spread through him, a peacefulness he had not felt in some time. Perhaps she was right, he mused silently; perhaps this was the universe at play. "Yes," he answered, stepping forward, his nose brushing against Katla's shoulder. He moved along her side, grazing his muzzle against the point of her hip before circling around and coming to stand at her opposite side. He stood close to her, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her body, thawing the ice that had crept into his bones. "Will you guide me?"
Despite his content, Mikhail felt anxiety slice at his mind, his heart galloping against his ribs. How long it had been since another had led the way for him? How foolish was he to be trusting someone he'd only just met? Yet, he could not bring himself to say no to Katla - the brightness of her soul was hard to resist, especially to someone who had spent most of his life in darkness.
((ooc: sorry it's so short! >.<))