Noah rubbed the back of his hand across his mouth, the grease from the meat making his skin glisten before he rubbed that away with the palm of his other hand. Noah posed the question because he wondered how attentive his deity was to his bondmate. He knew that Zulrav had spared her life during the lightning strike which procured the stormgems, but he wondered if she only got favor with Zulrav because of her relation to Noah. The Kelvic figured it was the case; Elann was afraid of the things that Zulrav took the most pride in and the things that Noah found the most comfort in. He was amazed by the storms and accepted the wind’s flightiness and quickly changing emotion as it were. All his life he had been shaped in the worship of Zulrav subconsciously.

“Maybe,” Noah said with uncertainty when Elann asked for his confirmation. His brows quirked in interest as she said she asked for rain and a storm. The mention made him look to the flaps of the tent again. He would be able to tell if Elann’s plea was heard by Zulrav, but as it were he was inside.

“Makutsi is the goddess of water,” he told her, looking to her again. “They work together to make it rain. Zulrav just has the clouds and the lightning, thunder, and wind.

A part of him felt almost guilty for not taking a deep interest in Yahal. It was just his domain and the apparent laws attached to it clashed with Noah’s own ideals of both purity and faithfulness. It seemed to him that Yahal inhabited the civilized definitions for that terminology. With his Kelvic bond, there was no way he could be intentionally unfaithful to his bondmate, therefore another attached meaning was unnecessary. The definition of purity was too up in the air and seemingly convoluted for the Kelvic to wrap his head around. If it weren’t for Zulrav’s attitude lining up almost directly with Noah’s, the Kelvic doubted he would’ve been religious at all. He figured he would be like his father who adhered to no deity and didn’t care for them. He would, like Noah, listen to what was told to him of the deities, but the information would do little to pique the great wolf’s interest.

“Did you talk to Yahal too?” he asked since the god was on his mind already.