Galadan bares his teeth in what might, in a room full of blind people, pass for a smile.

But now is not the time. Gabriel is dying, and Galadan is no healer. The Wolflord's steps carry him swiftly toward Regan and River, and to what may be relative safety.

But he knows well what he saw, glittering above the creature that attacked Gabriel.

And later--perhaps not all that much later, in fact--there will be answers.

There is always more blood to be spilled, after all.