She was blessed.
Not in exactly the ways she had planned - for example, when praying for children, she had only asked for the actual pups themselves. There had been no criteria concerning temperament or general behavior, but if she could go back in time without any consequences and just tweak one or two things, she might have chosen to be more specific in her pious request for children.
Nevertheless, the whole gods-damned thing was done now, and she was 'blessed' with five beautiful, screaming, murderous, anxious, self-esteem-issue-riddled pups that, coupled with Amaranth, comprised her entire world.
Valeska tilted her head ever so slightly. Aries' choice of words over her arrival had her curious - she herself had actually fallen, and it was a miracle she didn't suffer from a fear of heights after the fact.
“I myself died, which was... unpleasant. I recall it very vividly - all of my packmates and I were home, busying ourselves with our own lives, when suddenly the earth opened up in a thunderous sound and -” she paused, feeling her heart begin to race, remembering the rush as she had collapsed all at once into darkness. “To feel every bone in your body break, and then awaken unharmed but for a general soreness... it was terrible. Yet, strangely, we all arrived here; my entire pack had entered the same realm, which leads me to believe that this might truly be a second chance.”
Or Purgatory, as she had thought for a long time, but that seemed less likely. She felt like the gods would have passed judgment by now if that were the case.
Valeska wondered if all wolves came here, or only a chosen few - not that this seemed to be paradise, as one could still experience pain and death and sorrow - but she couldn't wrap her mind around how it worked. Did Aries have family that she left behind? Would she see them here someday, or would whatever qualifications necessary to come here prove too steep? What were the qualifications?
“Did you leave many in the Land Before?” she asked gently, not wanting to stress the woman, but curious nonetheless. “What was the last thing you remember?”
Some perished, while some simply went to sleep and woke up in this strange place. The little wolf had striven for the better part of two years now to find out if there was any pattern or reason behind it all, but she had yet to discover it if so.
“Houtu teaches us to have faith and trust in all things, but she did not necessarily say they would be pleasant,” she continued softly, lifting her head as a light wind tickled her cheeks. “There has been mention of a place of punishment, and a place of eternal peace, but never has my faith stated a place meant for rebirth in this way. This land does not bring to mind anything I have ever heard before, and although I have asked the gods for clarity, on this they remain silent.”
Her father, Dimas, had been the most devout follower from their tribe, carrying out rites and rituals that were so numerous even Valeska had long forgotten. She felt as though she were clinging to spider-webs with her paws that fell apart and drifted ever further away, try as she might to hold on - perhaps that was why she had grown so accepting. The gaps in her knowledge that had been left over from her first life needed filling, so the silver wolf had built her own narrative over the years.
Funny how the mind works.
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