Silverlight Terrace reduced to nothing

They not speak, but I read, she said. Sialuk did not know what possessed her to begin reading the bones to begin with. By now, the day Sixsix had come to her felt like a lifetime ago. He was more scarce as time went on, but he tended to check on her whenever she needed his comforting presence. How he knew, she could not say. He was as enigmatic as the bones he delivered to her.

What name does your raven have? she asked, assuming that this wolf's path to the bones had been identical to her own.