Porcupine Ridge gold dust

The Shadow Man came.

Oh, she was young. Hex's golden eyes lit upon the girl with both intrigue and sympathy; she couldn't be much older than he had been when he'd first left home. Clearly starving, too, with the way she wolfed down the meal.

Who's this? he asked Muskrat, who he assumed had escorted the child here. And was she alone?

She resembled Golden Eagle, somewhat, but he couldn't know for sure they were related. Hex sat back near the pair, waiting for his warrior's response while continuing to watch the young wolf.