Porcupine Ridge haruspex

Her thoughtfulness touched him deeply, and he looked at her for a long, unblinking moment, a wondrous expression curving his muzzle. Eventually, the spell broke, and he went back to his poking around—at least until she spoke again.

Many things, Hex murmured. Lots of it, I'm not sure I understand—yet. But I think. . .they say. . .there can be signs read within the flesh.

And maybe elsewhere. But they hadn't told him that, yet.

He sat up straight and began to lick the blood from his chops, cleaning himself. He'd go for a dip in the nearest stream soon, but a quick grooming would suffice for now. 

I think the spirits will help keep us all safe, if I can listen well enough, he told her, with serious mien.