Blacktail Deer Plateau where was I when the rockets came to life

she continued absently tracing a sigil in the snow, hiding the playful grin that threatened to break her composure as yura rolled closer.

blood, mostly. sobeille learned from that other witch that the death mattered. an' purpose. she liked how yura put it -- might help your mind and heart see the same thing.

but so often with sobeille her mind was a kestrel and her heart a clam; two dynasties that could not be more distinct from one another. what commonality could they possibly share?

i t'ink if the wolf be powerful, dat it matters. and she realized then she had said wolf; not caribou, not bird or seal -- but a peer, put under the knife for the simple errand of witchcraft. but it doesn't always have to be bones. she added hastily, remembering sialuk had more in her parcel. 'ave you ever touched some’ting an’ felt its power?