
Simple phrases yet undefined and rather blurry managed to pick at the she-wolf traveling back into her darkness. Her eyes glowed so eerie in a defined dangerous green as her bottom maw hung open slack with a frothy spittle sliding towards the dreary ground beneath her. She heard lyrics of voice as melodies tragic and diverse screwed with her mind. Twisting her head this way and that she searched for the answer to her God's query. She'd find one of yes and find out the interest he sought in them. The Queen spiral loved a game that tickled her senses as her feet stepped lightly among the soft earthen ground beneath her. She'd find one... soon.
"Here you are deep in my wood.... Challenge my dance... Kasdeya dare you....." she murmured with a soft laughter. For the dark wolf knew if something was perplexing her God then indeed there was a reason behind everything. Answers were merely a query woven in the weaver's complex web.

