"In the long view, extinction seems normal in the history of life. Indeed, most species that ever lived are extinct."
“You have no idea,” Fin went on. “A lot of folks rely on soothsayers or mystics to apprehend divine will. But soothsayers aren’t like CPA’s. If they screw up, the gods blame you, not them. Back in the Jurassic, there was a coelacanth seer named Ichthyolon. A flap of pterodactyls consulted him about the best places to fish – odd, you’d think, because Ichthyolon was a fish. Ichthyolon thought it odd, too, and steered the pterosaurs to a school of leptolepides sacred to Mukyumm, god of the ocean floor. The pterodactyls were never seen again, whilst Ichthyolon fared better than ever. Mukyumm, it seems, believed the pterosaurs to be a burnt offering (albeit, he ate them) sent by Ichthyolon and rewarded him accordingly. Goes to show how treacherous this business can be.
What will you do now without your tribe?” Fin continued. “Do you have kinfolk hereabouts?”