Moonspear halloween

While that was perhaps the most complex word for crow he knew yet, all the same, noted. But.. it suddenly back-tracked his thought a second: the crows had brought her this many bones? He did have more to learn here, it seemed.

So did she, as he was gradually clued into more about this, and realized how new it might be still. He peered down at the small pieces as she fiddled with the edge first, then more. First, he just blinked slowly while watching her, pondering how best to see a meaning in a little scattering of bits--then a studious silence as she pointed out her connections.

He had not thought of it as a hunt before, but that was not to say. It was not his venture. Is that what you asked them, about anaa? seemed to be the first thing out of his mouth. Very much his concern lately too but there was only so much he could do right away besides trust her--and believe she was doing what needed done, then would be back to them soon. He just didn't know how to measure how long that was going to be, but he was keeping a long vigil in her absence. I don't think it was a typical type of hunt, maybe not exactly.. he tilted his head just a bit, but he couldn't discredit them entirely. Maybe there was more to the story. Over and over again, he studied the arrangement of fine bones with a squint. But only she will be able to tell us for sure if that's true when she gets back. Jarilo reasoned with a sigh. So how do you ask them? Have you tried asking the bones something twice to see if it's the same? he wondered, hopefully not encouraging some odd taboo unknowingly.