Porcupine Ridge haruspex

He remained smiling until she addressed him by his title—Seer. Sure, it was accurate, but. . .

Nutu, call me by my name, he insisted. The formality put a chasm between them, and he didn't want that. He hoped with his words that he'd break down that divide and bring them together again, and—

I think so, Hex answered, nodding. I don't know how I'd get back, otherwise.

The shadow watched her eat for a few moments, then returned to the carcass, continuing to sort out the entrails. What else could be found, here? 

Something more.

He continued to look while the girl dined.