Porcupine Ridge granite eye

Alone, Muskrat explained—but the boy's answer seemed to contradict that. . .or maybe not. Had he been abandoned by his mother like Hex had, and would now spend every waking minute of his youth pining for her? 

Dead, the Seer lied, his face grave. I'm sorry.

It was and would always be unforgivable. . 
.but if it allowed the boy to grieve properly, and kept him from running back and telling his family of what had transpired here today, 

so be it.

I hear your stomach, Hex went on, gesturing with his muzzle toward the boy's ribcage. Come on, let's get you some food and rest.

He gave his co-leader a brusque nod of acceptance. He did not like nor agree with what she had done, but perhaps it was for the best.