Ravensblood Forest The last wish.

When the one-eyed rogue spoke at last, Ciri pricked an ebony lobe forward. She strained to hear him, and noted that he was on the hunt for someone else: small, with raven furs. It hurt to hear, for her first thought was of her Papa. Kukutux had told her that Mahler had not attended Moonspear after the star fell, but had made arrangements to look for the Ostrega sisters.

She wanted to believe he would've done everything in his power to locate her. She wanted to believe that he still held onto some hope that she was alive.

The swallow imagined he would've drew the attention of strangers to ask, much in the same manner as this father had: breathless, perhaps fearful to learn of the truth. Ciri had seen no sign of a cub in the area, but she was able to empathise. She shook her head sadly, "I'm sorry."

It was all she could offer, and she had no intention of deviating from her own path, but she was keen to request details should luck cross her path with a lost child. "What is her name?"