The continued adventures of not Vikings

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"Behold, brother, proof of Themis' guidance!" Rob says with awe as he gestures at the holy wolf.  "Her holy presence has entered this wolf and tamed its foul nature.  Much as before, when she spoke to me through a bird!" Rob's eyes open wide in the realization.  Not once, but twice, Themis Herself has intervened in his life, sending him a message.

This is a sign, he thinks. In a passionate explanation, he speaks again, "Before I was too blind to see, but now I realize the truth. Themis does not wish us to hear her words through the false fathers preaching in their gilded cathedrals, but through her own creation, through all the beasts and birds of these lands.  Yea, even unto the twisted monsters of the Blasted Wastes.  How else was I able to commune with Guinevere through nought but the power of prayer? How else was I able to find your prison, just in time to save you from certain death? Themis is speaking to us, all the time, from every direction!"

Rob lapses into quiet muttering, perhaps due to his blood loss. "I must spread the Word, Brother! Promise me, you will help me take this wolf out from here and we can use it to show the world the proof of Themis' power.  Her Faith will enter their hearts and She will rule triumphant!"