Altar of Twilight evergreen

Crowfeather had found an older man, a skilled hunter. It did not sound as though the princeling was in any immediate danger. Still, Foxfur could not help but wonder if the companion had discovered the dark boy’s gifts and sought to use them. The gifts of a seer were meant for their clan and only their clan. It burned within his belly to think of an outsider abusing such blessings.

Teya, I am sorry. I have traveled for a long time to find the boy.

Foxfur did not miss her hesitancy. His gaze followed her own toward the distant range of mountains. He knew well enough that the princeling was gone from tracking range. Even if he had been blessed by the stars themselves, Foxfur would not have found Crowfeather’s trail.

Do you remember if they said they would return?