Porcupine Ridge granite eye

cameo!

They hadn't been at the ridge too long, Envy still slithered about the corridors and watched and listened and skulked. Down below, Muskrat and Hex, chatting like they did; still one ridge, but divied out in groups.

Recognition stirred. Hell, she'd been there to deliver that one, given it little checkups before the untimely disband, dear old daddy gone into the wind never to be seen. One of Nephele's. How did they get that? Where did they get that?—him. him. The boy, but no miss Nephele.