Porcupine Ridge granite eye

Muskrat had another youth with her, like the way she'd brought Nutu to this place. This one was a boy, well-built, with pelt of silver accented in gold.

No parents, his co-leader insisted.

I'm Hex, he told the child, brow knitting slightly in concern as he looked him over. Was he here of his own volition? Nutu was happy enough. But Hex had once been a wandering youth, and should he have been snatched by some random wolf. . .

Where did you find him? Hex asked Muskrat, lifting his head to give her a gimlet stare.

let's wait until @Alasdair replies?