She’d traveled through the night before. The last time she was here, she remembered holding on to Crow’s hand for a good bit of the journey. He may not have been able to talk very clearly most of the time, but she’d felt closest to him, like he was her protector. As for Tin, there’d been a different feeling about him, one she hadn’t been able to name back then, one she was no longer feeling now. And Lion, while being a big baby, had done the best he could.
