(..) His magic is death to all things. Tell him, the black rock, when the sun is highest. If I returned, would you take me into your clan? You're safer here, with them. - The fel is everywhere. - Then you mustn't leave again. They need the Guardian's help (..)

(..) who our enemy was. Or what that evil green magic, the fel, had done to us. But in the beginning, how could we have known. And I had to find my clan a new home. Dreaming of a hunt, through the snow. Well. Keep it to yourself, wife. (..)