Moonspear the dark age

When Sialuk looked up, she realized why the bird had flown away. Norah approached, and the dappled younger girl wagged her tail in a friendly manner. They had met once before, and although Sialuk had not seen much of her since, she chalked that up to adults being busy. Either that or they were just on opposite sides of the mountain from one another. She was a Moonspear wolf, though, and Sialuk had no reason to turn her away or to lie to her.

They are bones, she said when asked about them.

I ask them things, and sometimes they give me answers.

Sialuk had never given any thought to how others might take her pastime. Except, of course, her mother, who seemed wary of the bones, but not entirely disapproving. Her father seemed supportive, and he had even helped the raindrop develop a technique for testing the power of the bones. Sialuk was anything but self-conscious about her skill as a (good!) witch. She intended to keep up the practice even if Fennec appeared to have disappeared from the glen.

I was trying to figure out where Fennec went, but I'm not sure she wants me to know. She's a witch, too.