Nova Peak foundling-bird

Beneath them. Beneath the mountain.

That was where Thade had been all this time, and neither Wylla nor Mahler would ever know it, even now. He didn’t know where they were, only that someone who called themselves Mother had taken him there. Like Mahler, Wylla wondered how that was possible. When had they let down their guard so much that a pupnapper had slipped into their territory and convinced Thade that she was his mother?

A wicked snarl built in her throat, but she choked it off when she looked into his black-marked face again. Thade was alive. It was more than she ever could’ve hoped for. Food, she announced abruptly, disentangling herself from her family. We need to get you some food. Come, come. You’re safe now. She will never see you again, vowed Wylla as she gestured up the mountain to where the caches could be found, unaware that Mother was already dead. She would kill any woman who sought to take Thade from her.