“What?” I asked. “What does that mean? How is that possible?”
Raven sighed, frustrated at more questions. “Long before your kind were walking upright, the whales roamed the planet and sang of its beauty. If what's out there knows that song, it's been out there a very long time.”
The nomad blinked once. “We have set traps, but will wait on your lead, as protocol dictates.”
“Your position is noted, and appreciated.” Something was exchanged in the look they shared, but I couldn't say what. “You'll know what to do when the time comes.”
