Sleepy Fox Hollow when you wake, you're bargaining

It was difficult for Wylla to understand the emotion that gripped Mahler when he spoke of Stigmata. She had never known such a close friendship in all her life, and probably never would. The closest she had was her literal brothers, and they were both dead as far as Wylla knew.

That’s how it always is, isn’t it? she mused, thinking abruptly of that wolf at Arrow Lake who had screamed at her about dead children and ghosts. It’s always the ones who deserve to die the least.