"Of wild, perhaps. But not of the Wild Magic." Will knew the feel of that well. It was not something that could ever be mistaken for anything else.

Will smiles at Nita and gives her shadow a pleasant nod, blandly ignoring the rudeness.

"Hullo, there. Don't suppose there's anything you know about these?"

Will didn't sense anything more than human from her, but these days that truly meant very little. Bran had been human in the beginning, and in the end.