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Nynaeve felt cold to her bones. Unconcern would kill quickly in the Ways. The moon glistened in her dark eyes. I never saw her.

I looked carefully to make sure there was no damane close. But in the morning, Selene was gone. Images from the wolves flickered in his head-stone farmhouses and terraced villages, all beyond the mountain peaks; The sniffer shrugged, looking troubled.