Even more so when she had to change into her white wolf to stay safe inside the house.
"Do you want a story?"Martha got down on the ground and looked at the white cub.
The white wolf didn't do anything; she just stared back at Martha. Martha saw this as a sign that the wolf was ready to listen.
She got up and moved around on the floor to find a comfortable position. "I will tell you a story about the God of destruction..." she began.
The story was about a God who caused disaster everywhere he went, making the other Gods and Goddesses afraid of him.
Given that he was the God of Destruction, the only thing he could do was make the people around him unhappy. This is why they left him behind and avoided him.
The thing that was binding his soul to destruction was both a gift and a curse.
