Garruk knew the loremage would find nothing. He listened to the forest, to the dawning day, to the rustling of creatures waking up, to the way a wild magic was woven through the heart of this plane and how the two sides who battled over it were opposing but also intertwined, impossible to untangle one from the other. The crows he’d called were dispersing into the wind. Oko’s trail—the flavor and color of his planeswalking—still lingered. The fey had no idea how easily Garruk could follow him and snuff out his ugly little life.

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Throne of Eldraine: The Wildered Quest, Chapter 17