Ashela smiled at Sun, Lie, and Lonarch in turn. Sun seemed to be the responsible, sensible one, Lie, so innocent, like a cub. And Lonarch... Oh, Lonarch... They had been together so long. The Hollowheart was silent, but loyal beyond the others of his kind. They would look on him with scorn for trusting her and he would spit them in the eye. Always silent, and yet said more than words could possibly express. Ashela didn't know what she would possibly, in ten thousand years, do without her Lonarch.