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The Redhawk watched as she fondled something beneath her paws. He couldn't quite make out what it was from here, but he supposed it could have been like Sialuk's strange bones. That was the only time he could remember a wolf carrying around small items. Either that or she just liked to fiddle with small objects, which also seemed entirely plausible.

Qiao explained the overworld, and it sounded a lot like many of the religions he had heard of over the years. As for himself, he'd never been particularly religious. The closest thing he had to that was the stars, which on some level he wanted to believe were what Raven had said they were all those years ago: ancestors looking down over them, watching them, and keeping them safe. She asked if his grandchildren might wish for a blessing, and Phox could only shrug. Not sure I'd want to do that without checking in with them first, he admitted. It seemed like the kind of thing one had to decide for themselves.