Chapter 8
Floating on AirThe noise woke them. Snowflakes fell hissing into the fire they had hastily built up with big trunks of wood. Flames leapt high, and shadows danced about the cliff-face lighting the whole area, including the tree line some twenty spans below where Pardigan and Quint stood watching, wide-eyed and nervous, their breath pluming in the frigid air. Without warning, the cracking, crashing sound that had been approaching, finally exploded out of the trees in a cloud of snow and pine needles.
'What by the Source is that!' shrieked Pardigan as the large something came lumbering towards them barely lit by the flickering firelight. Whatever it was, it held a small tree trunk by the roots and was swinging it wildly through the air at nothing in particular. It was sniffing a
