Barrow Fields guzila

a small pack, the man elaborates. anu felt his gaze flicker to where he imagined anti might be. they had not come across a small pack, but if it was off the coast, they may have missed it. a small pack would not do; anu wished for many supplicants, not one or two. he did not respond; not because the information was useless, but because words were a struggle for the hawk.

rokig's inquiry elicited a change in the man. like a beggar asking for alms, anu described the universal gesture for holy man in his movements -- he rocked back to a sitting position and clasped his front paws together in a palm-like prayer. "fate," anu detailed, pausing for a moment as he grasped for the words in rokig's tongue. "do know any, like me?" he pantomimed with a paw his keen face, wondering if any of his kind lived in the area.