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Perhaps, but the other Crochans hadn’t
seemed so inclined to do so.
And the fact remained that they did not
have the time to waste in wooing them. So
she’d picked the only method she knew:
battle. Had soared off on her own earlier that
day, to where she knew Ironteeth would be
patrolling nearby, waited until the great
northern wind carried her scent southward.
And then bided her time.
“Did you know them?” Asterin asked when
Manon remained staring at a fallen sentinel’s
body. Down the line of them, the wyverns
used their wings to brush great drifts of snow
over the corpses.
“No,” Manon said. “I didn’t.”
Dawn was breaking by the time they
returned to the Crochan camp. Eyes that had
spat fire hours earlier now watched them
warily, fewer hands drifting toward weapons