Runs In Light's Dream had brought him here? Around him, the wormwood and sedge tussocks looked ratty, hugging the ground. Nevertheless, old dung proved game had been here. Down by the Big River, willow, dwarf birch, and berry bushes thickened and made a wall around the lusher wetlands there. To the west, magnificent mountains shot white-glazed peaks to spear Blue Sky Man's belly. Behind him to the north, a low line of hills ran in an arc to the Big Ice, visible in the distance where it curved around to the south, meeting the mountain ice. And his foolish brother had crossed that? "Impossible!" he muttered under his breath. "Runs In Light?" Crow Caller asked. "Are my thoughts that apparent, Dreamer?" "No one sane could believe he crossed." "But the rumors are spreading like wildfire." Raven Hunter's frown deepened. Could they be true? Heron's valley spread out before them, the hot springs sending plumes of steam into the coppery sky. "Maybe we can put this Wolf Dream nonsense to rest, eh?" Raven Hunter nodded soberly.
