[ <-- Yujirou in a nutshell

While Yujirou and the small white dog scarf down their treats, Tatsuo turns to the large white wolf. He studies her for a moment, then holds out the treat.]

Hmmm, I have a painting that looks just like you. Though, that wolf was a god.

[And Tatsuo does not believe in gods. Not the Christian god his best friend believes so devoutly in, nor the Shinto ones his mother told him stories of in his childhood. Though he's tried to reconnect with his Japanese heritage in his adult life, the separation that happened when his mother died had a profound effect on his ability to believe.]