Porcupine Ridge haruspex

Anything but, he assured her, shrinking back in instinct at the word 'sickness.' He drew his muzzle along the perfect curves and unadulterated flesh, caressing the guts as if they were his own children. Nothing bad to be found here. The spirits say it's a good sign.

The shadow man looked at Nutuyikruk, smiling warmly. We are safe here, he murmured. When I was in the caves, I was told truth is within. I found this body, and there's nothing but peace inside.

He cocked his head. Do you get it? We are what we eat, Nutu, he explained. The better the prey, the better we are.

Struck by inspiration, he buried his nose within the carcass and slowly, carefully tore free the liver, fat and vascular against the other innards. He placed it at the girl's forepaws and nodded in encouragement, saying, Eat. It will give you strength.

And wisdom. And courage.

"And she needs all of it."