A couple of poor beasts born to die, Dar Oakley thought. Who got into tangles they never expected. Trying to help People, or save themselves. He realized—it struck him for the first time now as a possibility—that there might be many like the Coyote and the Crow, all around Kits’s wide round world. Maybe one of every sort of beast and bird—one each, caught in People stories and People hopes, foolishly wise, journeying in realms not theirs, seeking or stumbling upon or finding and losing the Most Precious Thing: stealing it for themselves, hiding it and losing it, forgetting where it was. The
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