Mudminnow River Call her Miss Mirage 'cause it's over, there's no way to hold her

Kelsier was not the only one following the river that day. Crowfeather had taken to the bank, trotting as though the waters would lead him to something extraordinary. The tripod felt the energy in his body. The words that Silvertongue had shared with him were still fresh in his mind. 

A man with kind eyes. Was there such a wolf for Crowfeather? As he hurried through the snow, he couldn’t help but feel that he’d already had it, that he had ruined it. 

Ahead of the three-legged wolf was another man. Through his pluming breath, Crowfeather caught sight of the figure. The tripod slowed his pace and waved his tail tentatively.