[ She keeps her distance from the large creature as she follows, hoping he won't attach her mount that she has left at the riverside. But he doesn't, instead wandering to the stream on his own, and she is cautious enough to keep her distance while he does so. Her mind is a whirlwind of possibilities, that this might be a creature native to this land or, perhaps, even a god, and what this might mean for her as a person. What is she witnessing?
(Really, once she finds out it's just a fable wolf relaxing in the wood, she'll be both relieved and disappointed that this isn't a true test of her faith.)
But follow she does, always at a distance, and when he comes to the stream she holds herself back, finding a place around one of the trees to stand and watch in reverent awe.]
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(Really, once she finds out it's just a fable wolf relaxing in the wood, she'll be both relieved and disappointed that this isn't a true test of her faith.)
But follow she does, always at a distance, and when he comes to the stream she holds herself back, finding a place around one of the trees to stand and watch in reverent awe.]