Abruptly Kettricken spoke. ‘I do not think they are living beings. I think they are clever carvings of stone.’ My Wit-sense told me otherwise. ‘They are alive!’ I cautioned her in a whisper. I started to quest toward one, but Nighteyes near panicked. I drew my mind-touch back. ‘They sleep very deeply, as if still hibernating from the cold weather. But I know they are alive.’
