Ghost Lion Crag The blood is the life... and it shall be mine.

Starbuck beamed to hear that she had done some good in heartening him. His journey was both pure and true, and she wished that he found joy at the end of it. Your sister is a lucky woman to have a brother who loves her so, said she. I wish you well in your journey, now go forth! Go forth with the knowledge that your path will end in joy. And with that he was gone, and she as well. She took up her branch and began to trot home, feeling glad that the wind had led her to another in need of help.