Ko-Ga was diverted from his search for flockmates to look instead for runes. It was important to find them! Birds knew these things. Ko-Ga, most of all, because the dream-dog said so, and so far, the dream-dog had been fairly spot on about things.

Ko-Ga would have preferred a dream-crow, frankly, but supposed a dog was the next best thing.

From on high, the world looked bloody. A tattered crab leaking blue from wounds that stretched to the horizon. Finding Nat-Nate and bringing her back to Nate-Dog and restoring the flock to its proper number with Mithwyth would be little good if they were all swallowed by the angry earth! A pity his flockmates did not have wings.

Though the cold find made his feathers fluff, Ko-Ga rode winds high above, keen eyes seeing the glow of very special, very important rocks.