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The girl stated that her pack had wolves who could tell stories, saying that she did not believe they could read anything of the future with these talents. Foxfur nodded his head, understanding what she meant. The Starsea had their own storytellers, but it primarily consisted of the elders who had lived through a good number of large events and could share a retelling. The future belonged to the stars and those who whispered to them.

Bridget said that she would keep her eye out for Crowfeather. The warrior was grateful, bowing his narrow head toward the ground. Thank you. You may call if you happen across the boy. He’s dark and slight, and he will answer to the name Crowfeather.

It was about time he left the woman to her peace. Foxfur regarded her for a moment before he turned his lips into a weary smile. Thank you again, the warrior said. He offered a stiff bow of his shoulders before he slipped from their seclusion and into the wilds. The hunt returned to the forefront of his mind.