Moonspear Djupt du dreg anden inn, let tankar svinna.

First, a salutation. Second, a pointed question on the whereabouts of her familiar. Sialuk grinned, remembering now the direct way of words that Towhee spoke with. She watched too the movements the Redhawk made with the rest of her body. The fluid dance intrigued Sialuk, and she found herself curious about its origins.

I am making a path to a hunter's kill, she said. It would be good to keep company with the mother of many Redhawks. There were many such things scattered about Moonspear. Though some were well picked-apart by now, they still had bones ripe with marrow, and that alone would sate Sialuk's hunger for the day.

Sixsix flies to and fro, not always with me. But he is never far.