Dawnlark Plains wanted: big bad wolf

She thought she was starting to smell salt on the air every so often. They must be going the right way.

It was hard not to be grateful for the pushes away from danger - even if he was not Nayavanti. He did inevitably speak up, Visala pausing momentarily. Blackwater. The word slipped from her tongue much easier than her first attempt to speak to him. I am their prophet.

She still felt a pit deep in her stomach as she spoke. But nonetheless, speaking had gotten her back to where she needed to be.