Porcupine Ridge nobody knows anything

Her question took him slightly aback. He looked at her for a long moment, golden eyes boring into her own. Then he glanced at the meat, and shook his head. It would not work; the corpse must be fresh, unadulterated. 

Truth lies within, the spirits had said, and they would not give signs within this vessel.

I need more to tell, Hex admitted, looking a bit sheepish. The next creature you catch whole, bring it to me. I will search within to see what its body tells me.

He cocked his head slightly, trying to read further into her expression. Do you worry about not having children? he asked. 

It was something he had barely thought of, himself.

Meet me again, and I will tell you, he promised.

They departed without resolution.