Dragoncrest Cliffs are plumes of pampas grass

Sobo thought of things like secrecy in a binary fashion. If what you were doing was good and true, there was no reason to be secretive about it. The want for secrecy meant, to him, there might be some sinister aspect to power they held out there. It made him think of the grotto, and ghosts, and Caiaphas.

But he was more interested in Mireille's mention of a three-legged wolf. Can she still walk? was his first blurted question. It was a stupid one. Haunt lived in his memories, Haunt with her three legs, but it did not come to him just then. If it had, he would realize how dumb his question really was. How did dey remove it wit'out her bleeding to deat'?

He knew, too, that Mireille likely wouldn't have the answer to that question, but he was desperately curious. For that matter, how had Haunt survived losing hers? There was obviously some way to stop the bleeding, but he did not have the foggiest idea what it might be.