Within an hour, those woodfolk who were going to the encampment for the rescue or further on to look for Falling Rain were packed up and strung out through the forest. Where possible, they did not travel in single file but flowed through the forest across a broad front so that there were not many feet tramping over the same ground. The rays of the afternoon sun slanted through the yellowing leaves of old sycamores, catching swirling spirals of dust in their wake. Tarkyn walked with Danton and Stormaway as they discussed plans for dealing with the wolves.
“So, do you think that you can use ‘Shturrum’ on animals?” asked Stormaway as he hitched his pack more comfortably on his shoulder. “And in particular on the wolves?”
Tarkyn shrugged, “It doesn’t matter whether I can or can’t. You won’t
