The Sunspire I cried "dear god, I am your child -- send your angels down."

At first Riley did not hear the howl; the rain was almost as loud as the thunder, and the water that splattered down the mountainside was ear-rending.

The second howl, Riley heard. His ears turned forward, eyes dark with recognition. Donovan. Had Praimfaya already betrayed his location? The yearling’s tail lashed, but he answered the howl — feeling a chill settle around him as he waited to be found.