Moonspear your subaru is ugly

That relationship made sense to Kindle, who had seen the look in the old woman's eyes the day that Europia arrived. He didn't dare ask what happened to the darkling's sister, but he did say, "It's good that you've found each other."

If he were a more superstitious man, he might have wondered if there was some sort of spell over the land that brought wolves back together. He hoped that, if she was out there, Europia's sister might find her way here, too.

"She told me a little about being a prophet," he said, leading the way first toward a nearby stream. He wanted to get a drink before heading for higher altitudes, and he was mindful of Europia's assumed frailty as well. He didn't want to end up carrying her again, after all.

"We don't have prophets where I'm from," he told her. "Just mothers and women's magicks, which, y'know. I don't know anything about. It's something I hear about in stories a lot, though."

He peered at her.

"Do you have the Sight, too?" he wondered.