I run with the wolves, each stride launching me forward, let us have mercy on whoever is at the receiving end of my assault. Many address me as the epitome of compassion, even those I hunt are not trophies or done for sport, but to provide food for others and have fur be made into clothing. My brother loves archery as I do, but he mainly thrives in the sun, playing music and performing poetry in the light of day while the moon illuminates my path in the night. I travel with the nocturnal animals to hunt then come morning I tend to the more docile woodland creatures. I hardly rest, protecting mortal women, even those who do not worship me, and any animal within my forests is considered to be in a sanctuary. I dedicate most of my time to my duties which some find admirable while others think of it as dull, but I like what I do. I care for all living creatures, completely worthy of the title goddess and unlike most immortals, I remain chaste, I made a vow and I have stuck to it.