Jon, for his part, will wander at least a little into any domain that looks as though its owner has the same sort of eye for the green things of the world that he does -- forests, lakes, mountains, anything new. He does not mind people wandering through his own, so long as they do not trouble Ghost.

It isn't really Ghost, but his memory of his direwolf is a warm enough thing, and he thinks it has the right eyes, the right fur, the right number of teeth and claws. And Ghost follows him just now, at a distance.

And he sees, sitting deep inside the Horizon near an inner edge, Istredd, seeming to talk to someone. Something. He doesn't really know the man, but he's attended his classes now and then, supported his candidacy, agreed with some of his ideas. Now, he approaches quietly, and says,

"Do you ever get an answer?"

There's nothing mocking about how he says it: he genuinely wonders.