Blackfeather Woods Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!

He blinked at the woman; he could see it now. She had Meldresi's frame, and the shape of her eyes, but not much else. Her fur was pure white, and her eyes a lighter shade than Meldresi or his. But the resemblance was there, nonetheless. He turned to Damien questioningly, putting the pieces together. You could have told me, nephew. He wondered how many others were Meloniis here.