Nova Peak even in a hurricane of frowns

she shakes her head. i know 'em, Avicus adds. is that their salt-scent upon this woman's pelt? frien'. ahhlly. you know 'em? her gaze is scrutinizing, moving along each line and curve of the body—not with lasciviousness, nor bloodlust, but instead something keen, cold, scientific.

you know Nyra? she adds, figuring, why not? in fact, she regrets now that she hasn't asked this of others, like her new Ulfhedinn.

ice trickles through her veins at the thought that Tulimaq could be a spy, and she casts it off for a later time.

who are you wihh? Avicus demands suddenly, increasingly wary.