"This is where I share tongues with the Tribe of Endless Hunting. They send me signs through the shimmer of stars and moon in the water, the dance of light and shadows on the stones that rise from the floor and jut down from the roof, the echoes of wind, water, and pawsteps. Yet now they send to signs that promise relief for my tribe. […] Out ancestors have no help to offer. It is as though they don’t care that we are dying."