QUOTE : Look, my flock,” she told them. “The tree was struck again during the recent storms. Yet now—this.” Her companions peered down, their beady eyes widening as they studied the charred boughs. “Green shoots,” murmured Blackwing, scraping gently at one with a talon. “What does it mean, Windrider?” A younger vulture cocked her bald head. “Rebirth,” said Windrider. “Now all is as it should be, Longfeather. The Great Spirit has been appeased. New life means new hope.