Porcupine Ridge haruspex

Ah! 

For some reason, surprised to hear that it was not what he wanted. Was that not what all wanted? The revere of an earned title? And of all of them, Hex surely earned it with such an intense binding to the spirits.

"I'm sorry. I thought that it might be," a moment to think, and then it reached, "what you have earned! You are a good seer to us. But," the girl smiled sheepishly, "I like Hex too."


A mouth dipped in blood and paws stained with the red of a slaughtered hare. Staring curiously at the shadow man and both gold ring eyes. Branches croaked stories. Nutuyikruk wished to hear Hex's.

Enchanted for stories, a whisper freed itself.

"What kind of things do they tell you?"