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An uneasy feeling crept over Sialuk as the other continued. She spoke in riddles that did not sit well with the sage, and her paws clenched the earth below her. There were all kinds of stories about creatures that appeared as one thing, but were another underneath their skin. That was the sense the Ostrega could not shake from the other. Her skin prickled with disquiet.

Sialuk turned toward the sound of a bird landing on the branch of a nearby tree, seeing it was Sixsix. That settled her nerves to some extent, but she knew she could not stay here, lest this creature wearing a wolf's face began to rip apart her spirit.

I should be moving on, Sialuk said, her voice coming out more shakily than she had intended it to. Perhaps, if she could leave before the creature had a true read on her, she could escape whatever terrible fate it had out for her.